Author: Richard Donnelly

Very few knew Baskin was a writer. His wife, of course. And his dog. He figured he was safe with the dog…

It’s one way to finish that book…

No matter what the King does, no matter how many fumbles and blunders, he’s still the King…

Writing about sex is a minefield. Like the act itself, a lot can go wrong. And like the act itself, it was probably because you did something you weren’t supposed to do…

She doesn’t know she’s a writer. I finished her rather lengthy review. It was filled with insight and attitude…

I wanted to introduce myself. From twenty feet away I glanced at Emily. Could I pull up a chair? She glanced back. Don’t even think of it…

The party broke up early. They were tired. But mostly, they were Midwesterners…

Her protagonist is an attractive and perfectly presentable wife and mother. By day she bakes chocolate chip cookies…

I follow an online writing guru. A published novelist, Pete teaches technique. But he also takes industry questions from outsiders…

I have a writing friend who is self-published. In drumming up sales, he bought ads, putting money into Amazon and Facebook…

My writing group ran out of stuff to talk about. You wouldn’t think that could happen…

Invariably, editors are also writers, with their own file cabinets bulging with short stories and novels and novelettes…

“We’re all just like singers,” he said…

Hawthorne was once a god. He was the father of the American novel, a plumber of our dark and terrible past…

All the signs are there, the embarrassment, the stammering, the dropped change, the needless tying and retying of scarves…

So stop trying to write better. Master the basics. Luckily, the basics are easily mastered…

Or, more like, three bucks…