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all the world’s a stage…
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players” ~Shakespeare Yes, the great bard was correct. The world–life–is a stage and at times I wish the contracts would expire for some of the bit players in my own life so I can either kill off their character or hold an open call... »
sam’s club as a metaphor for life
Picture this… The setting is Sam’s Club (or Costco, or BJs or whatever your local box store is). A women in rubber gloves stands behind a cart handing out free samples to the many shoppers strolling through the aisles. “Would you like to taste a free sample of our Spicy Mongolian Beef?” she asks a passerby. After... »
for every opinion there is an equal and opposite opinion
A writer will take any opportunity to write, no matter what it is, and there are always non-writers around who are happy to let people like me do it for them. That’s how I came to ghostwrite an article for a local restaurant magazine under the name of my friend who happens to be... »
stranger than fiction
My life as a romance writer can get pretty strange. I realize that and freely admit it. I mean, I have a file on my computer named “porn star research”. You don’t get much weirder than that. But last night when the girls and I all gathered for dinner, certain things were revealed and... »
where’s all the good stuff at?
I spent a considerable amount of years working summers at a country club to put myself through college. That meant I was constantly surrounded by the typical catering hall fare. Racks upon racks of icky, mushy prime rib which I swear is not made from the same cut or even the same animal as... »
creativity or when the shoemaker has no shoes
Interesting thing I’ve noticed recently. When I’m feeling out of sorts, I can’t write (that part is not the revelation since I’ve known that for awhile now), but I can cook (there is your revelation). Over the holidays with the normal stress plus a whole lot extra personal stuff thrown in, writing was totally... »
mastering the master
So I got Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child for Christmas. It’s 684 pages, not counting all the index pages in the back which are numbered with Roman numerals that I can’t decipher because I went to public school. This tome weighs a good ten pounds and though I far outweigh... »