A short inquiry into the solitude of the writing life.

As you read this, we are in the second day of summer, a season I appreciate (for all the life, the beauty, the cooling pool outside, the...

On March 28, 1997, I sat down at my desk and wrote a one act play. It wasn’t the first play I wrote exactly, but it was the first one to...

Do you ever overhear yourself thinking? Let me put that another way before you click to another site. The late literary critic Harold...