What's that about closed mouths?

Welcome to Fidgets and Fries. Somewhat free. Somewhat not. If you’d like to honor my writings with a monetary contribution, thank you. If you already have, thank you. Your support allows me to invest in my writing in a way I hadn’t thought possible as well as pay for my son’s communication lessons. And if you are still an unpaid subscriber, thank you. Cause in a world where everyone wants their eyes on their work, you still chose to put your gaze on mine. This newsletter rests at the intersection of the unserious ramblings of a woman full of buttered rice and dad jokes and the somewhat sophisticated stories and essays of someone who knows just enough “smart” words to sound super intelligent and insightful.

What will today’s newsletter be? Hmm…

I will come sit at this table in our hotel room these last few days staring at this damn cursor blinking in my face, daring, NO, at this point, BEGGING me to write something. I know what I want to write. I know the frustrations that build up within me, gutting me from the inside out. And yet, I feel as though they are things I cannot share.

When people ask authors are they happy with their publishers, do they expect honest answers?

When authors answer those questions, are they answering honestly? Do they feel as though what they say can be or will used against them in some way?