It's okay to suck
Writing causes schizophrenia; or more accurately reading my writing causes schizophrenia. On occasion, I would read what I have written with the approving gleam of a parent whose child crossed a milestone; more often than not, I would read, then delete the entire sentence or paragraph, and in a flurry of panic wonder what I am doing writing, . . .
How Yang's Lie Transformed the Kingdom
Everyone knows this- lying is easy, but perpetrating the lie is where the difficulty is. A small lie escalates into a flurry of lies that escapes with such alacrity that one fails to keep track of it. For most individuals, keeping a lie believable is difficult, for a nation, near impossible.
One of the biggest, among a host of many, lies that . . .
Why didn't I write about what I know
If published, Running to Paradise would be my first novel; fair assumption that the subject matter occupies at least a nook in my heart- notwithstanding my two completed manuscripts that on hindsight were atrocious and the agents who rejected them (all seven of you) earn my gratitude; which in a way it is, even if novels based on the same . . .