Things I learned from my dad

I started writing this post a while back, and this seemed like a good occasion to finish it. These are some of the most useful things I've learned from my father.   Time spent is an especially effective way to demonstrate love. Why else would someone coach a child’s sports team? True love. Coaching, arrowhead hunting … Continue reading Things I learned from my dad


Ode to my critique partners

To my critique partners, on this, the occasion of Friday. Before I became a writer, I knew how to write. And before I got serious about the craft of novelizing, I subscribed to the notion of the artist in a vacuum, committing her glorious prose to the page and subject only to her own drive for perfection. … Continue reading Ode to my critique partners