I broke one of my own writing rules this morning, which is never copy and paste from an older manuscript. I was trying to get at the heart of a pivotal scene in the current draft of Last Thursday, my current novel-in-progress, and some of the words I was tapping seemed mighty familiar. On rereading […]

I love a neatly-pressed, crisp shirt about as much as anything. For years, I’ve found myself lapsing into a fantasy that there’s a machine into which I can insert one of my old wrinkled shirts, press a button, and in a cloud of steam it would open to reveal those razor-line sleeves and a perfectly […]