Did I explain why I’ve never written a book? I think I did, earlier. But if you forgot, or this is our first time together, here’s what I said.
Not writing a book is my fault. The blame is on me.
I own my shame because a famous writer once pointed it out to me. She was a beloved children’s book author and, through a serious of oddball events, I drove her to the drugstore one afternoon in search of ointments best left unidentified.
In the course of a 20 minute conversation, as I got to know her, I relaxed enough to say, Continue reading