My family and I spend many joyous evenings conjuring up inappropriate picture book titles. Continue reading “God Knows You Farted”
This is unusual for me. I haven’t been seriously blocked about anything writer-ish since the late 1990s. That was when I accepted a job as a newspaper reporter. On my first day of work, I was told that in order to avoid getting fired I needed to crank out six researched stories every week (“And that’s the minimum,” my cantankerous editor, Jack Carle, would grumble). Writer’s block was a luxury I could no longer afford.
As a consequence, I developed an ability to find stories even when a story was barely there. In other words, I learned how to pull a story outta my butt.