In a year like no other in living memory, books offered a refuge from the chaos, even if what I was reading was not exactly escapist.

After a friend is murdered, the author glares at her novel-in-progress and thinks, “What’s the point?”

Finding the best way to honor the life of a lifelong friend.

In this Year of Writing, our intrepid author attempts to clear a spot — on the table, on the calendar, and in her brain — to get some work done.

Rain did not dampen the ebullient spirits of the book lovers at the Gaithersburg Book Festival.

Helping out in the writing community pays dividends all around.

Deeper into her Year of Writing, our author seeks feedback from people and advice books.

In this year of writing, the author vows to up her game.

In 2018, all our intrepid columnist wants is a window seat, a few books, and a laptop.

Chances are exceptionally good that I will never get to the bottom of my to-be-read pile. But I know that I will thoroughly enjoy making the attempt.