Mirka Muse

When I was one year old, my mother and I flew from Israel to the United States because her father, my grandfather whom I never met, had ju...

I belong to three writers’ forums and five more writerly groups on Facebook. Many have multi-published veterans who participate. Almost al...

The other day, a writing friend said it was hard for him to write to an unknown future. I offered that the future , by definition, is ...

A writer friend reminded me that as different as these last few months have been, for many of us they were more the same as the pre-pandem...

Most of my Facebook friends are colleagues, and most are not people I have met in real life. I especially enjoy the artists/illustrators p...

Or— New Etiquette for the New World A pandemic caused us to behave differently while wondering which or what of the old ways we may...

Or Writers and Conferences I wrote this post *just* before COVID-19 blasted the four corners of the earth, and all conferencing went...

Ghost (verb, to ghost someone) = the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdraw...

a.k.a “Time-management” “Where did the time go?” “Forwards, darling. Always forward.” Time marches in one direction and, excep...

One of my peeves is the callous attitude some folks have when payment is not involved. We know that when a contract (verbal or written) inv...

A few months ago, I suggested to DD that she consult with her teacher about certain career choices. “After all, your teacher is both old...

Warning: this is on the gruffly side 😖 In the last year, I’ve gotten many Facebook friend requests where the person requesting chos...

“Substitute 'damn' every time you're inclined to write 'very;' your editor will delete it and the writing will be just...

Kids love animal sounds in stories. When spelling out animal sounds, we aim to approximate. After all, MEH is not exactly what the s...

I’ve been reading and giving feedback to many aspiring authors lately, and one issue has come up repeatedly to irk my otherwise want-to-be...

With official summer around the corner, some think it the season for pleasure reading. After all, when else will career busy folks put d...

Or What Will They read? It’s a big question mark for writers for a post-pandemic period. What will readers read, and hence, what sho...

PLEASE I took a while (an understatement) to appreciate the connective powers of Facebook. I mean, the first few years I had a page, I ...

Fair question, that^. This is my four-hundred-and fortieth post. Despite the shrinking blogosphere, and the fact that (other than ma...

When my father lectured university age students, he told me that in his mind he would focus on one student as he talked. This made it poss...

If nothing else, (and there’s plenty else) a pandemic brings home the universality of experience. There will be time to reflect and asse...

I woke up today, tired of Corona and determined to embrace the daffiness that this time of year usually confers on me. So with few apologies...