You know the expression, “Time flies?” Sometimes, it’s a gross understatement. Sometimes, “Time ripped past me at Mach thirty digging a deep, dark trench in its wake” is more…
I think I should warn you upfront; this isn’t going to be one of my rah-rah, life-as-a-writer-is-so-cool posts. This is the yucky underbelly. The kind where I’m moaning and…