Why is it that every time I pack up and head to the airport for some rest and relaxation, I also feel that touch of guilt, like I’m halting all progress and I’ll never get my momentum back?
Now I’ve been called many things—good and bad—but one of the best things someone could ever say about me is that I am a prolific writer. I find it such a compliment, because it took time and work to get there...
Hey, this book is about much more than a boy jumping off the high dive. This picture book is about writing—or singing, or tap dancing, or public speaking...
