Driving Miss Daisy

I’m learning to drive all over again in Ireland.  This doesn’t sound like a big deal, I know, but it feels death defying.  Most of the time, I pretty much want to scream and cry, or blame my misery on horrible Walt. Smug Walt. Gasp-y Walt. The Irish, for whatever...

What I Learned In France

I’m in France right now as I write. Nearly 12 years to the day I took the bike trip described herein. I thought I’d share this with you again, mostly because it feels so relevant to me at the moment. About ten years ago, I took my first vacation alone, a...

The Multitasking Monster

I’ve said this before–so often in fact that I cringe when I hear these words come out of my yap yet again– but I love my job. I learn so much from my clients. I suppose it can’t be helped, what with me being up to my eyebrows in multiple...

Awkward!

On occasion, I’ll take on a complete manuscript and work with the author to identify what ails it, suggest a better structure (or even genre), pinpoint what’s missing, what generic tidbits need to be cut. Often, I have to sit with it a bit before the...

The Mystery Of The Six-Minute Hard-Boiled Eggs

“I’d like two six-minute hard-boiled eggs,” I said, enunciating each word carefully. The young man who had assisted me with the very same order the day before nodded, then darted off to the hotel kitchen. Weaving in and out of the crowded breakfast area, I took my...