I make myself mad sometimes. It has been very cold in Los Angeles. Unseasonably, unreasonably cold. Like most people, I turned inward. I totally hibernated. For pretty much two days, the dog and I sat on the couch. With the exception of when I got up to go to the kitchen, I stayed under covers,…
Starting is usually the hardest part of writing. I know exactly what I want to say in the middle and the end. But what is the best way to begin? Don’t you sometimes wonder… would some of our favorite books have been as enchanting, as wonderful, as all-encompassing if they didn’t have their opening lines….
