No Work. No Pay.

Lately, I’m having a tough time focusing, on anything. I’m not here today to whine. I’m here asking for advice. Life has gotten so crazy that my muse has taken the back seat of the mini-van. I see her, staring far into space. Her face is a total blank page. Her hands remain folded motionless in her lap. She sits there, patently waiting for her turn, or maybe not waiting for a turn, while everything else screams for and gets my attention. It’s so important for any author to be producing new...