The first rule of writing is to use fewer words than you think you need to. I violate this rule every time I put my fingers on the keyboard. (There’s always tomorrow.)
Last month, the day before Thanksgiving, I was pumping gas into my car, or trying to, anyway. After a few tries, the gizmo still wasn’t working. I was annoyed. I turned to step over the hose and head into the station to get an attendant. Suddenly I heard an eerie...
I’ve just spent a week, more or less, doing what is for me the hardest part of writing: starting. I’m working on a new book for teens (will say more about what it is soon), and need to have it done in a few weeks. But that’s not the hard part. The hard part is...
