As if insults on a chocolate foil weren’t enough, now cough drops are attempting psychotherapy. Unwrapping a lozenge yesterday, I found the paper printed with aggressive encouragements: “You can do it and you know it!” “Flex your can-do muscle!” “Fire up those engines!” It read like a lemon-and-menthol Jillian Michaels. I laughed because just moments... Continue Reading →
Happy Birthday, Tolstoy: Benefits of Part-Time Authorship
Today would've been Leo Tolstoy's 186th birthday. Anyone who had dabbled in writing craft probably knows his line about the uniqueness of unhappy families (which I referenced in my prior post) but his cynical side also extended to his own profession as a writer. In his memoir "A Confession", Tolstoy offers dark commentary on writers'... Continue Reading →
