Boxing, #Writing, & What Matters Most

I took a boxing class once. I learned the art of the jab, the uppercut, the hook. I even sparred with a guy, but he just played nice. It could have been the giddy grin on my face or the clumsy footwork, but I’m guessing he knew I didn’t pack much of a punch. If he’d …

In the Heat of Summer: Poolside #Revisions

Revising is a game of attention, and I am easily distracted by clear skies, hot temps, and kids in need of entertaining. We head to the pool. They take to the water, and I take out pages of my novel. Chapter three sits on my lap long enough to soften and curl in the sun. I …