You know those moments in the movies, usually accompanied by dramatic music, when lightning strikes or the guy hangs on to the cliff by his pinky toe and then miraculously saves himself (and probably the rest of the planet) and goes on to cure cancer and star in the remake of The Shawshank Redemption?
Yeah, well, it didn’t happen like that for me.
Yep, fame and fortune. Those are nice. But they’re not the *real* reasons to write a book. I might entice you to join the...
How the sausage is made.
It’s Thursday. Imagine. After Wednesday and before Friday. Crazy. I know. Where’s your inspiration coming from this week? Here’s mine.