On Not Winning

Remember in gym class, when some of the other kids could climb the rope and you couldn’t? Okay, maybe you could climb the rope. Or maybe you didn’t ever have to climb the rope. Anyway, my point is, in all lives envy sometimes creeps in. Along with a sense...

I can’t do MOvember, so…

Ah, November. The cruelest month. When the weather teeters between frigid and oddly warm, when it is pitch black as you finish working. Good times!  There are some social traditions with November, besides eating too much turkey. One is Movember, or a month of growing...

Royalties

A milestone arrived in the mail. The first royalty check for The Geography of Water. It might sound crazy, but I’m still amazed to get paid for something I loved doing so much (I wish I felt like this about my day job!). It’s hard to say if checks will...

Those Darn Middles

It’s fall, it’s dark early, i’t isn’t very warm. I’ve begun muddling through the two book length projects I started earlier this year. Optimistically I declared to myself that I would have a manuscript of at least one of them done by the...

Copyrighting my Elvis Sighting

I’m reading over my new book contract (For Fire in the Heart, my firefighting memoir) and it strikes me that this is a big, big deal. Not that the first contract wasn’t, but I was so giddy with getting a book published that it just was a bonus to sign...

Nothing Happens in August

There’s a reason for no blog posts lately. No, it isn’t something extremely interesting, like I was climbing Mount Everest, or I set sail with a group of nice pirates. Basically, it’s this, a secret my agent let me in on when I asked about my...