The last of my holiday queue-skippers, I finished started and finished Cujo over the course of two flights: New Orleans to Minneapolis, and then Minneapolis to Seattle.
Go grab something to drink, I’ve got a lot to say. Continue reading What I’m Reading: Cujo by Stephen King
Mom gave me a pile of picks from her library about a year ago, including Zane Grey’s Robber’s Roost.
Anyways, I read it, and this is a review.
Continue reading What I’m Reading: Robber’s Roost by Zane Grey
Today, I renewed my membership in the Pacific Northwest Writer’s Association after it lapsed some time several months ago.
I’d let it expire for a few reasons, among them the fact that I hadn’t made more than two meetings that year. That, and I pinch pennies like I actually have a reason to, which I really don’t. Continue reading Why Writers’ Associations Matter
Gregory Blake 