Once these budding Einsteins regain minimal cognitive function, the emails…and on rare occasion, the office visits…begin.

Bill also kept things interesting by modulating keys or switching to another song entirely while we were in the middle of a song.

I’m in front of 18-22 year-olds every day and sometimes, stuff that works for me doesn’t translate as well I think it will.

I took a deep cleansing breath, and returned to the sentence frags, comma splices, and 300-500 word run-on sentences.

After the Universe applies an intricate and unknown series of algorithms that eventually lead to a writer landing an agent—hot dang a-mighty, Margo, quit your job, I got me an agent and I’m gonna be on the New York Times Bestseller List in a month or two—the waiting starts all over again, this time for the ever-elusive publishing contract.