50,171 Words

Writing a book is like raising a child. Both require care in order to grow and flourish. Both are labors of love that are rewarded by tangible results in the end. Each book I finish becomes one more child who has grown up and is now out there in the world on its own, making … Continue reading 50,171 Words

A Shame About Ray

There’s this guy. I’m going to call him Ray. I try to avoid Ray like the plague. It’s not me being unfair, or judgmental, or anything. It’s just that Ray is one of those guys who just can’t stop talking, who can’t sense that I have places to be and things to do. So he … Continue reading A Shame About Ray