Six years and counting

Being a writer means being a living, breathing contradiction. The funny thing about us writers is that we are often sensitive, self-deprecating introverts, and yet we have to cultivate a very thick skin, develop a work ethic that defies the little voice in our heads that says “why bother?”, and we have to sell ourselves.

There’s a monster at the end of this post

Last week I finished reading A Dance with Dragons, the fifth book in George R.R. Martin’s series, A Song of Ice and Fire.  Although there are still two more books on the way at some point, and there is the TV show to keep me company, I feel bereft.  After watching the first few seasons