It’s common in popular culture to claim that someone is ruining their legacy.
I know what you’re thinking.
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”
— Stephen King
Everyone, it seems, wants to be a writer these days (present company included).
2016 was my first full year with my own site.
Not coincidentally it is also the first year since 2012 in which I did not publish a book.
They won’t come. The words just won’t come.
“Few men have virtue enough to withstand the highest bidder.”
– George Washington
I miss the old Medium.
My baby turns four years-old today. No, not my daughter, though she does turn 4 next month. Today, we celebrate my other, first baby.
Last year, Ta-Nehisi Coates, a national correspondent for The Atlantic and a celebrated writer on race in the United States, published Between the World and Me, a book that is presented as a letter to his teenage son about being a black man in America.
When someone learns that my books are self-published, they often sneer as if they don’t exist at all.
Oh, so you’re not really published. Your books aren’t, like, real.
No? If you type my name into the search bar at the top of the Amazon page, you’ll find a list of all eight of my books, ready to be ordered in physical or electronic format, just like J.K. Rowling or Ryan Holiday or James Patterson.