First job, first boss, first lech
I prayed for the phone to ring, an appointment to show, any excuse.
Gail Ansel
Writer
The current diagnoses: pandemic, fires, social-distancing.
Are you okay, we ask? I’m okay, we answer.
Writer’s Retreat 2020
This magical island retreat hums with the history of writer’s voices.
I hear you, Atul Gawande. Thoughts on being inpatient.
Wait, wait, wait, I wanted to say. Give me a second while I find my intelligence. I don’t know what to do!
Try, Apply, Hit Submit
Can you trace your journey? Look back into the blue sky and catch a glimpse of your tendrils, instead of Continue reading
Ready…set…cliff dive!
Going to Mendocino—taking my first screenwriting class, reading my work in front of 100+ people, hearing my novel first page blind critiqued by an industry panel, yup—terrifying and frigging exhilarating!
Persist.
I woke up one day this week and thought “this is so damned hard.” And I actually chose this path! Continue reading
Stepmom Gone
Was that the source of her fortitude? The belief that just around the corner would be another good day? A hope that she would overcome this latest setback?
