How to detoxify a manuscript

It looked as if someone had been murdered in my office.   The pages bled.  The words, “Needs work, New transition, Huh?, Barf, Gag!, and Really?” showed up more and more regularly with scribbles, lines, and arrows forming artwork in the margins. There was so much red...

I grew! I grew!

Remember when you were little and the first tendrils of cool air seeped from the arctic, and your mom would make you try on every single item of clothing that she had packed away in the spring? And remember how much fun it was to discover that all the clothes had...

Bang! Another idea dents the head

  Just when you think you’ve come up against a deadline and you have nothing to write about, “Bang!”; you’re whacked in the head with an idea.  That’s what happened on Saturday, and that’s the reason for the big dent in the side of my head. I tossed my camera...