Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?
Tobsha LearnerIt seems to me that women are freed from their responsibilities only when they are merry widows or eccentric old spinsters.
Tobsha LearnerIndeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.
Tobsha LearnerThe novelist is more a marathon runner than long-distance runner and the kind of courage it takes working in such isolation cannot be underestimated. I really respect my fellow writers on this front.
Tobsha Learner