Tag Archives: Writing

The Delusion of the Artist

Anybody who writes anything beyond a private diary has some degree or arrogance, delusion, or both. I include myself in this. I am somewhat deluded as a writer. I like to think more deluded than arrogant. Don’t worry though, if you happen to be a writer. I don’t think these need be permanent, or even …

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Looking Back on My First Book Fair

A few days short of one month ago, I had my first ever author booth at book fair. It was the Love Books Festival, in Lovettsville, Virginia. With the passage of that month, and some time to let the experience sink in, I’m now ready to offer some overall thoughts on what it was like. …

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To Start Writing is Half the Effort

As I write this, I have written the first paragraph of my next novel. And to this point no more of it. It’s been a few days since I wrote that first paragraph. Furthermore, that first paragraph was a long time coming; I’ve been outlining and structuring the nature of this upcoming work for months …

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The Love Books Festival, featuring…Me.

In a month, will cross the river out of Maryland and into nearby Lovettsville, Virginia, where I will set up my first ever author booth at my first ever book festival. Called the Love Books Festival, it will feature about 40 local authors for signings, workshops, and lectures. I myself will only be selling and …

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Let the Games Begin

Tomorrow in Paris, the Summer Olympics begin. I have enjoyed the Olympics for as long as I remember. Probably because my mother before me watched them regularly before I came along, and continued that tradition. Personally, I kind of miss having both the Summer and the Winters versions in the same year. A huge amount …

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