I’m glad I’m not French. No offense to the French, I actually love the country, the food, and the people… but twelve years ago on Bastille Day, our lives changed forever. If it were any other normal day, I maybe…
Three Days (a writer’s journey)
In three days, I wrote close to 38,000 words. In three days, I navigated the white water of words pouring forth at a pace that was near manic. In three days, I became exhausted (and it didn’t help that I…