Readers Want Faces

I often get questions from folks participating in my  Build A Book Bootcamp, a take-it-at-your-own-pace online course I developed quite some time ago. I thought I’d share this question, couched in the very reason for writing a book in the first place, and my...

Be. Here. Now, Now, Now.

I don’t know. I’m bringing this back out of mothballs simply because I need the reminder. BTW, for those who have expressed disgust because I choose to write about my mother from time to time, we’ve discussed this very post, Ma and I. It makes her...

As If I Were Some 350-lb. Linebacker

This is a post from way back when. I read it a couple of times to see if I still felt the same way. I hesitated to re-post this in light of the fact that Trump (don’t get me started) has put many a woman in defense mode by virtue of his being a complete alleged...

How To Sell A Crapload Of Books

While I was in the States this last go round, I had dinner with my friend Tim Vandehey, a ghostwriter who lives in Kansas City. I refer to Tim those folks who’d like to have a book, but aren’t the least bit interested in doing the associated work. Tim knows the...

When You Sell Yourself For Cheap

A long time ago, before I had children, my husband took a second wife. We were living in Washington, D.C., not the Islamic Republic of Iran, and I had nothing of real value to lose if I packed up and left. The other woman— an old girlfriend who, last I’d heard, had...