Confessions of an Accidental Journalist
It’s Wednesday. At least right now it’s Wednesday; it will probably be Thursday by the time you’re reading this. Nonetheless, Wednesday starts with “w” and writing…
It’s Wednesday. At least right now it’s Wednesday; it will probably be Thursday by the time you’re reading this. Nonetheless, Wednesday starts with “w” and writing…
Author’s proofs suck. It’s not enough that you’ve already spent months researching and writing your piece, and that you’ve responded to all of the editor’s queries…
As far as I’m concerned, there are four and only four times when it is fun to be sick: 1) when you’re a student and being…
This is what I thought the average writer did with her day: Wake up at 7:30 (enveloped in Egyptian cotton sheets—the kind that actually match your…
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…