not self-obsessed every minute of the day

The writing life often becomes the self-involved life. Writers spend lots of time alone in their own heads and awash in insecurity. Writers keep everything they scribble on, every conversation they overhear, every interesting bit they observe--they keep everything that serves the writing and disregard the rest. I for one have ignored my family, my …

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Under the Influence

I have a no-kid-pics rule, but this says too much for me to keep my mouth shut.  No, he isn't playing a computer game.  It's worse.  He's imitating me.  And every few key strokes, he says, "Look, Mom.  Look how many lines!  How many lines do you have?"    

it’s all about me and that’s why I’m throwing myself in front of a hurtling object

Who follows their own advice? Tell me because I want to kidnap them and bring them home with me. Maybe if I sleep with them under my pillow something will sink into my brain. I foolishly skip around the internet like an old-enough-to-know-better Red Riding Hood, and I see all these fascinating things and discover …

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