"Don Martin is a keen observer and prolific reporter of truth, common sense, humor, and life in America during the 21st century. He is the author of More Than 3000 Essays and 30 books." -Mark Twain
I wanted to be a writer, but I had more bad habits than stories to tell. I whittled the number down to four and found answers to each one. Mistake One — no particular time or place to write. When I wanted to write, I would do just that. Want to write. I would think about it and imagine being a writer. But there was school work, and then there was actual work. When I got married, my…
Comments closedI am a writer. I like to write. Sometimes I just write about writing. I am a reader, too, reading, of course, a good bit about writing. I have facorite authors which I follow, but, also I have favorite writers who write articles and sometimes have websites that are enjoyable to me. There is only a handful that I truly enjoy, and feel I benefit from. I look forward to reading their next post and…
Comments closed#Amazon – You know I was a self-employed business person before I did any writing. My organization has evolved (painfully) to a two-notebook system, including a small “power notebook” I carry with me all the time, and a larger notebook like this one that I like for a “business notebook.” Now that I try to write as well, I use a third journal, also like this one for my “writing notebook.” My “power book” is with…
Comments closedIt just came to me. New ride. World-renown author. Bored and looking for new directions. World, meet Don Martin, World-class Travel Writer. Don Martin, World Class Travel Writer, meet World. My life and career finally have direction! All that being said, let’s go on our first travel adventure! The exotic and far-away land of Walmart on Nolensville Rd!Ample forms of transportation await us. Boy, THAT was a close one!…
Comments closedI learned from an author-acquaintance this morning that he has not achieved nearly the amount of writing during the lock-down as he had wanted and expected. So it is not just me. The days seem to run into weeks and into subsequent weeks. If one is not an avid daily television watcher, it is hard to distinguish one day from the next. I sometimes imagine myself in an assisted-living home somewhere, where the only thing I…
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