Essay by Fred Setterberg
At this point, I can't identify every place where truth ends and invention begins.
At this point, I can't identify every place where truth ends and invention begins.
Many times, in my writing, I’ve wished that I could flip a switch in my brain and work in draft mode.
I never thought I'd pop up in a Melissa Fay Greene book.
Writing without intention or expectation: That’s the truly liberating part.
More than once, I had to clean food out of the keyboard with a toothpick.