I miss what that word used to mean.
by Andy Scheer
I paid the guy at the garage sale for a picture frame.
“Awesome,” he said.
I bit my tongue. Yes, the 8×10 picture frame was still shrink-wrapped. But the most generous adjective I’d give it was nice.
I’m old enough to remember when … Continue reading
And sometimes a book finds you.
by Andy Scheer
The morning before the writers conference in Kansas City, I’d not planned to visit the book section of a thrift store. But the gray skies and drizzle made me jettison plans for the outdoor aircraft museum.
The oddly named paperback called to me. The … Continue reading
It’s good to take some downtime.
by Andy Scheer
Having arrived mid-afternoon Sunday after a 10-hour drive, I’m thankful I had no pressing Monday projects.
Whether I’ve attended a weekend writers conference or a longer one, I’ve found that if I’m to make the most of it, I need some deliberate time off … Continue reading