Mirka Muse

I patted myself on the back yesterday, because, frankly, there was no one else to do it. When I write not to a deadline set by another, bu...

Waist-deep in first drafting mode now, I pause  just long enough to share this memory here. I recall a dear friend’s question when I f...

How do I know if what I’m writing is interesting? I don’t. But as I strive to offer a riveting-can’t-put-it-down story, I must use the...

Nope. I’m not one of you. Perfectionism is one of the afflictions I have not been burdened with.  It’s evident not only from my occasi...

Drat! Not another one… Sitting down to write a first draft has become a ritual-filled routine. I begin with shutting down all the like...

It  wasn't  until my 30 th birthday that I had this epiphany: If there is something I wish someone would give me for my birthday, tha...

Another blogger’s lamentation of being stuck at home, because she slipped by the washing machine and tore a muscle, brought back a viscera...

To paraphrase: all the world’s a competition and all of us are running. Back from the piano competition, DD did not win. But in a real ...

After a year and a half of blogging, I made the earth-shattering discovery of how easy it is to have posts scheduled to pop here when (gul...

Almost all the writers I know personally are introverts. Few of us were tailor-made to "be public." But the very act of seeking ...

To quote my favorite storyteller: I ain’t no grammarian. I have long marveled at the gaping trench that sometimes opens between the ...

The famous refrain of a famous song struck me today, as I was enmeshed with heart-frenzied imagery. You can’t step out the door on Valenti...

Years ago I read a writer’s account of what an insatiable beast the craving for success can be. If you get a positive rejection, you need ...

“Should I pay to be published?”   Not a week goes by when I don’t bump into some variation of this question. I’m newly baffled by it be...

“If a person feels he can’t communicate, the least he can do is shut up about it.”                                                      ...

I thought that since I am now the Grand Maven of Authorly Events, having just had my very first book reading/talk/signing party, I can b...

Or What’s REAL anyway? A writing colleague asked the other day, “is an E-book not a real book?” She had a reason to ask it th...

As blogosphere joins most other spheres in New Year’s lists and resolutions, I’m determined not to. Oh, I can’t beat them, but I won’t joi...

Our family has established our own Jewish tradition for Christmas, inspired by my childhood in west Jerusalem in the early sixties. We ...

Because one blogger compared my book to it, and another writer thought The Voice of Thunder belonged on the bookshelf along side it, I a...

From our home to yours, taken moments ago...