Welcoming the End of an Era

It is done. Finished. After spending the last two months stuck to my office chair like peanut butter on the roof of Tiger’s mouth (trust me, it’s quite an image), the book has been completed. As I type, it is currently showing as “publishing” on Amazon. That word is teasing me. Sticking out its tongue.Continue reading “Welcoming the End of an Era”

When Can I Call Myself a Writer?

Labels are such interesting little buggers.  Those simple words, either self-applied or applied by others that seem to form our self-concept and either expand or limit how we see ourselves. I recently had someone refer to me as a writer. It gave me pause, as I have not thought of myself that way. Until myContinue reading “When Can I Call Myself a Writer?”