Is my shyness a blessing or a curse when it comes to my writing?
Sick in a hotel room is not a fun way to start a fellowship.
Meeting editors, I find that I’m better in text than in person.
Steamy D.C. days as I go to meetings and miss far away friends.
I wrote haiku in my sleep, but in the morning light it escapes me.
Staged abductions and fake blood make for a special Labor Day weekend.
Whisked away for a learning weekend with British ex-Army experts. (Creative Commons photo by Defence Images / UK Ministry of Defence)