As some of you guys already know, I have the singular honor of presenting a class at this year's DFW Writer's Conference.  It's called "No Mustard on Your Shirt: Spill-Proofing Your Grammar and Style."

Here's the description:

It's a truth every interviewee knows:  there's nothing more tragic than missing out on your dream job because the ( Read more... )

You know, I can distinctly remember reading about film and TV writers being forced to work through committee and even sometimes getting kicked off of their own projects, and thinking, "Man, I'm so glad I'm only doing books - everything belongs to me and I can do it all by myself."Isn't ignorance adorable? It's like looking at embarrassing naked ( Read more... )

I wussed out of the workshop meet tonight. I feel dirty, like skipping class to go write the paper.

Anyway, so the marvelous Ms. Vickie Motter has already written a great series about what to do for writers' conferences, the first entry of which is --> here <-- I couldn't top that if I tried, but here while it's still fresh in mind are a few ( Read more... )

This is me, still awash in the post-coital glow from the DFW Writer's Conference. I could fall asleep and stay there for three days easily, but instead, let me take a deep drag and write down a few of the essentials ( Read more... )