Interviewing-and Killin’ It

We have met the enemy; and it is us   I sat at a Starbucks and overheard an interview. I didn’t mean to, but it was uncharacteristically unpopulated in the lobby, and I was being uncharacteristically quiet. Plus they were loud. A smartly dressed woman was trying...

The ‘Initial’ Blog

A Brief Introduction By way of introducing myself, my initial thoughts are on…initials. I’ve decided if I’m ever to be a writer of any renown I’ll have to ditch my name – not for a nom de plume, but for initials. Initials have a certain gravitas. They make you sound...