I’ve been working at home for nigh on to three months now, and I know I’m blessed to be able to do so. And so
Yesterday I started taking Prednisone for this damn upper respiratory infection which is exacerbating my asthma, and that, combined with the short story rejection I
Received for my short story “Burying Uncle Albert”. So here’s what I did in 2018 with regards to writing. I finished the first draft of Padma,
It’s a writing update! Yay! I must admit that one of the first thoughts I had when I was laid off was not, “How are
About a week ago, I received an email in my spam folder that had the subject line “rscrawford: XXXXXXXXXXXX” where that long line of Xs
I’m not sure why this is happening to me, but by my estimate I’ve now received five spam emails over the course of a year
So, here I am, over a month later, and feeling pretty much the same way: Struggling with my depression and struggling with my writing. According
Sort of. I put “Burying Uncle Albert” here on my website. However, it’s got a secret URL, and is password-protected. If you want to read
I’m probably not the most authoritative person to write about this topic, since (a) while I write, I’ve published very little; and (b) my depression