I remember my first story. I was about 11 years-old and sitting at an electric typewriter in my parents’ basement. I had recently fallen in love with tennis and Jennifer Capriati was the wunderkind of the women’s tour. I was inspired. I wrote three pages, single-spaced; a story about a boy about my age who, … Continue reading Today, I am a novelist.
What happens when you want to be more than one thing? What happens when your mind wanders and your heart leads you down two separate paths? That’s what I’ve been dealing with for the last few months and it took me a while to figure things out. Now, before I go any further, no, this … Continue reading Identity Crisis
This week, I took a leap. I’d been thinking about it, talking about it and obsessing over it for a while, but two days ago – in a moment of bravery – I went for it. I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is of sitting … Continue reading Why I’m Trusting You
I didn’t move for the entire second half. I chewed on my finger the whole time, leaving a raw patch, and didn’t move despite the pain in my shoulder until there was 10.3 seconds left and the hope was too much to handle. I grew up in Cleveland. I was rooting for the Browns during … Continue reading 75: Changing the Script
The last few weeks have been crazy. I’ve been in the midst of a big project for work. My son had his First Communion – which meant 80 people in an out of the house on a rainy day. Mother’s Day. A little travel. Lots of sports. Writing, meetings, commitments. The usual flotsam and jetsam … Continue reading 74: My Life, The Country Song
I first met them on a dimly lit Facetime call last summer, hours after they had met each other. It was late for me, well past one in the morning, and I was already in bed when my phone rang. They were in the studio with a musician friend of mine. He had found them. … Continue reading 73: With Crystal Garden
I’ve been pretty far off track on this blog lately. Over the last five weeks, I’ve written four posts – a far cry from the five times per week goal I set for myself. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I have. A lot, actually. It’s just that I’ve been writing books and … Continue reading 72: I’m Looking for Readers