The book deal thing went slooooooooooow and then–zip!–done in a day. The slow part was submitting. Some interest, some suggestions,…

Fall is lame here. I don’t know if it’s that the temperature change in England is too gradual or what,…

I used to be a night person. Ideas percolated all day, while I was in school or at work. Finally,…

I was in Berlin when I got “The Phone Call.” For those of you who aren’t aspiring to publication, The…

My recurring stress dream is always the same: The cast of my college production of Nicholas Nickleby has been called…

I got a laptop so I could hide from the baby. My husband’s job involves talking on the phone with…

I once heard a second-hand story about an undergrad at my friend’s college who had married young, been widowed young,…