“A bit assholic.”
That was the response from a reader and former colleague to a newsletter I sent. He didn’t bother to explain what he thought was wrong with what I wrote—and resorted instead to calling names.
“A bit assholic.”
That was the response from a reader and former colleague to a newsletter I sent. He didn’t bother to explain what he thought was wrong with what I wrote—and resorted instead to calling names.
Here’s a true story I think about often.
5 years ago, someone mentioned me to a friend.
Last week marked the end of an era for me.
After nearly 7 years of working together, I made the tough decision to part ways with my literary agent.
Back in the 1940s, there was a 14-year old boy living in a small village in Turkey.
He grew up in poverty and helped support his family as a shepherd tending sheep.