Author: Michell

My good friend Aaron has done it again.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, please go back a day and read his previous post.  That should clue you in to what I mean. What?  You still don’t know?  I’m being overly obscure?  Even Aaron doesn’t know what I’m talking about? Honestly people, I thought you had all learned to read minds by now. But you are correct.  I am being a bit unclear.  Perhaps it is just my own paranoid, ego-centric self seeing things that aren’t there, but I could have sworn that Aaron was challenging me to another Nanowrimo. Even Terry is getting into the act.  I heard him clearly say that he had successfully completed the last […]

Two weeks ago I wrote about Robert Jordan’s untimely passing.  It came as a real shock to me, as I believe I mentioned at the time, but it also got me thinking more strongly about a series of posts I have been meaning to write. I’ve actually had the title to this post sitting ready to go for the past five weeks or so, but I always had something else come up that seemed more relevant at the time.  I believe it is time to finally put words to title. Let me begin by saying that the author I’m about to mention epitomizes everything I want to be as an author.  She has been writing for several decades and continues […]

I woke up this morning with the feeling that I had forgotten something.  It didn’t take long for me to realize that I hadn’t yet written my post for today. Shame on me. It’s not like I haven’t had the time this week.  As you probably know, I am moving to a new company and a new job next week.  My current boss graciously gave me this week off to ease the mental transition.  Except, for some odd reason, I still ended up thinking about work every single day this week. It could be because I was still getting questions from my colleagues every day, I suppose.  It could also be because, until yesterday afternoon, I still had all my work […]

As Terry already mentioned, Robert Jordan passed away this week.  This announcement caught me by complete surprise.  You see, I was one of those fans who visited his blog regularly to learn how his health was progressing.  His (and his friend’s and family’s) optimistic entries gave me hope that he would pull out of the terrible tailspin that his health was in. It really made me think about my own writing. But this article isn’t about me (for a change).  It’s about a modern writing master who never got the chance to finish his masterwork. I wasn’t always a fan of Robert Jordan, the man.  That was due to my own ignorance more than his lack.  I remember reading the first […]