I look out of my window on the world (my own particular little corner) and see rain dimming the morning. Thunder booms, Nemo cringes, putting his paws on my leg, looking at me with questioning eyes. Sometimes a thunder shirt and soft jazz just don’t help all that much. I tell him that he’s fine, […]
Dec 2, 2016
This Thing Called Loneliness
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Writing is an alone kind of business. It can’t be done while chatting with someone. However, a warm, friendly pup and several cups of hot coffee don’t hurt a thing. Some writers get away from it all by going to a cabin or the seashore while writing or to a different country while researching. I understand […]
