In general, I'm a pretty quite person. One of my best friend's uncle nicknamed me "Mousy" because I'm too little and too quite. I can spend an entire day not speaking to another living soul and be completely happy and content. (Truthfully, I could do this for days and get a lot of reading,... Continue Reading →
Warning: Today's post is not going to be funny or upbeat. I'm about to be serious (for once). Mauerbauertraurigkeit - n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like. I saw this word on my Twitter feed today. My husband and I were sitting at the table this morning talking about... Continue Reading →
I've been reading a LOT of books on novel writing lately. Especially if they focus on writing your first novel. Many times, I've finished the book and been left with this thought: "Why am I even bothering to write? I suck." All of these "helpful" volumes insist that, since I've never been published, I will never be... Continue Reading →
Jess Combs 