Whenever I talk to other writers, my first impulse is to be extremely impressed. They lay out their ideas, they talk about the stories they’re outlining, and my immediate assumption is that they’ve got a winner, that they’ll be published long before I ever will, and that they’re amazing. Sure, they probably are amazing. But in many cases they haven’t even written word one of that novel. All they’ve done is to set down a bunch of ideas on (real or virtual) paper, and to wax eloquent about it. And I automatically assume that they’re about to pen the next Read More …

Waiting can be a hassle, but more and more I find myself rolling with life’s inevitable delays. The world, contrary to the way things ought to be, doesn’t revolve around me. My delay is another person’s smooth sailing. Just this morning, the person I was supposed to meet texted me that he couldn’t make it on time. A few years ago I might have gotten impatient. I might have tapped my feet, looked at my watch, and given every outward sign of impatience. But really, what’s the point? It’s not going to make traffic flow any faster. What’s even crazier, Read More …