Fading Writers’ Group

            One lonely wine bottle. Used to be I’d host a writers’ group and send four or five bottles to the recycle. The group is dying out.             We’ve faced this before. Life gets in the…

Post-Draft 2

Feeling proud of myself for completing the second draft of my novel, I promptly stopped writing. For two weeks. It was kind of like taking a vacation. There was some relaxation to it, something like a reward. I’ve accomplished something,…