The Slow March to Success

I committed to a writing career on my 40th birthday–May 27, 1999. I figured that, given the average lifespan of 80 or so years, I was about halfway done with my life, and if I was going to be a professional writer I had better be about it. Do the math. That was 19 years…

Time’s Winged Chariot

But at my back I always hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) Before you think this post is going to be a downer, let me assure you it is quite the opposite.  Allow me to explain… First of all, the poem. Notice the poet’s dates. 1621-1678. This is a long time ago. How long? Shakespeare…