Author Envy? Maybe it’s time for a GREEN Diet.
Now that I’m 42, I seem to have (mostly) moved past getting hung up on jealousy — or maybe it’s because between my own books, my freelance writing, my kiddo, and family life I no longer have the luxury of time to bathe in the sea of jealousy. More likely, however, is that I now have had enough successes and failures of my own to understand you can’t always be…