A Hole in My Head, Part 2: Of Risks and Rewards

Sometimes I think I already have a hole in my head. That's old-fashioned slang that refers to something that nobody needs or wants...and some days, when I must sit down and write my stories, I think I have  a hole in my head. After all, who cares? Who cares that I closet myself with my books and my computer and the hours fly by while I'm polishing paragraphs or etching essays or streamlining stories. If I journey into memoir, I risk exposing the tender flesh [...]