Guess Where I Am?

Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally unnecessary) but doesn’t it look weird without? At any rate, I apologize for the tardiness of today’s post.  The internet was down at Casa Richter again, which means my…

The difference between a man and a manuscript…

Very hard.  The answer to yesterday’s question, for those of you still interested, is very hard.  To break through the sarcasm I’ve adopted in order to chronicle this “experiment,” to ignore all of the “empirical data” I’ve collected over the past ten months, to let go of the “perfect” sentence in favor of the imperfections…

These Kiss and Tell Tendencies

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  I’m feeling a bit like Scarlett O’Hara today and no, not because I’m flouncing around in an awesome green dress made of curtains.  Rather, because my failure to think things through (specifically, how to keep my personal life personal while chronicling each episode in a very public…

The Dawn of a New Era

It’s 5:40am.  It’s 5:40am on Saturday, actually, and I am still alive because yesterday, at the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference, I managed to not have a heart attack.  According to one PWC board member, agent meetings are a bit like speed dating.  You sign up, huddle in a corner where you commiserate with other hopefuls (or…