Confessions of a Self-tortured Writer

In Search of Gumption, Again.

Morning walks in the idyllic Marin hills.
Sometimes I climb the old oak tree next to where I live and let her carry me.

Kenyan Arabica coffee from Trader Joe’s.
I brew it in a French press and work on my book. These days I’m busy rewriting my novel (Rafiki) to prepare it for….whatever is next.

Daily rejections from editors for my nonfiction book The Human…