I’m sitting in my car. The day took its toll on me, and I’m trying to catch my breath before I go home.
Today I got an email from another small literary journal that enjoyed a story I wrote a few months ago, so I decided I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings about what the publishing process means to me. For the longest time, I aimed for publication. I thought it was the only way to … Continue reading A Short Thought On Being Published
A little over a year ago, my children and I walked down a trail on the Natchez Trace Parkway, not far from Jackson, MS. The air smelled thick with pines, and the summer heat beat against our heads.
Yesterday, as my children climbed in their car seats and buckled up, my daughter saw my pull my little notebook from my back pocket and put it by a book in a plastic bin that sits in my passenger seat.
For years I've wanted to start a blog. I told myself over and over it would happen one day. Then I realized that nothing happens on it's own.
They tell me I’m not OK, and I listen. They say, “Take it easy for a while,” so I do. But even so, things don’t change.