Wordless: Writer’s Block and Grief
October 28, 2013Essay by Lorraine Berry
Last spring and summer, my voice—and my writing—deserted me.
Last spring and summer, my voice—and my writing—deserted me.
The same genes that pushed my grandfather to seek an education for his sons survive in a new avatar.
My husband rolls his eyes, saying to our boy, 'Your mother is barely connected to this planet.'
Julian Fellowes, of 'Downton Abbey' fame, has broken one of the most sacred rules of adapting the Bard for the big screen.
Eight years, two books, and hundreds of op-ed pieces later, I no longer believe that authors must work an eight-hour day in order to be considered real writers.
There's our dear friend Marcel. He keeps looking at his watch.
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