I slumped into the chair opposite a fellow writer at a neighborhood coffee shop.  She and I hadn’t met in a while because of Covid restrictions. Naturally, I was delighted to see her looking well. She told me she’d taken a hiatus from adding to her ongoing Sage Adair mystery seri

A year ago, I threw in the towel.  By then my memoir had received more than 100 agent rejections.  Presuming the fault was mine, I decided to rewrite the manuscript. The editor I’d hired to critique the original draft had called that version “literature.” She and I were the on