The most frightening thing about October is how fast time flies. It's almost November again, and time for another National Novel Writing Month . Here's an even scarier thought: I've participated for ten years and haven't finished one book I've started over there. How about you? But it really doesn't matter, because that ten years represents a portion of the 10,000 hours of writing practice I've put in for the past decade. More than that really, when you consider all my various jobs in the publishing industry, off and on over the decades. There are many people and tools I'm thankful for. I still remember the generosity of authors I met in person and over the phone so many years ago. Like the woman who told me to get a copy of The Writers Market . That changed my writing life for all time. Then there's the hour I spent on the phone with Kathleen Burdick-Hague, while her husband, Michael Hague , signed at a Tattered Cover book eve...