Oh, dearie my.
Just gimmie a week-and-a-half to get out from under a looming writerly deadline.
After that, I’ll be back to blogging in two shakes of a goat’s tail!
Once upon a time I wrote for a newspaper. I wasn’t there very long, less than two years, but never in my life have I learned so much about writing. If the gig paid more than $18,000 a year, it just might have been my dream job.
I’ve been giving my tenure as a newspaper man a lot of thought in recent days. So I decided to dig up a few of my old posts on the subject.
The one below is from June 24, 2012 and it’s always been one of my faves. Here’s hoping you agree!
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My dad loves to cook, but he doesn’t know how.
He often fries up the wrong parts of the cow.
I’m back to work on Donut Run, my attempt at a rhyming picture book. I’ve been working on this manuscript on and off for the past decade. Continue reading “The Neverending Donut”