April Funk

It’s April now. Today looks like spring for the first time in a while here in Atlanta. The sun out, birds are singing, there’s no threat of snow. And I’m trapped in a massive funk. Can’t think of anything to write. Nothing. The tank is empty, despite recently being invited to join a group of […]

A Few Words: “On Writing Well”

I’m going to admit to heresy here, so please make sure that you have a good, soft spot upon which to fall. I’ve not read William Zinsser’s “On Writing Well.” It was assigned in college, when I was younger and in a hurry to become the world’s greatest writer. I couldn’t be bothered with reading […]