by Pamela Ehrenberg There's a character in Camus' novel The Plague who spends several hundred pages writing a novel.   He writes t...

by Pamela Ehrenberg We're all social creatures—even, or maybe especially, writers.   I remember this each time I see the other Pencil...

by Pamela Ehrenberg Last week I led a teen writing workshop in which participants--and the grownups who paid their registration--were prom...

by Pamela Ehrenberg "I liked it." "It's good." Or, if you're lucky, "It's funny." Such well-me...

by Pamela Ehrenberg In ninth grade, I had big puffy hair, braces, and stirrup pants.   I read Stephen King and Sweet Valley High, dissecte...

by Pamela Ehrenberg I fidget.  Put my feet on a chair.  Cross my legs.  Stretch.  Drink tea.  Realize that I'm slouching.  Fidget more...

by Pamela Ehrenberg Begin. A deep breath.  A certain chair.  A shift of music on an iPod. For a lot of writers, students and teachers al...

by Pamela Ehrenberg Brownies were a point of dissension. Recently I co-led a workshop for The Writer's Center of Bethesda, Maryland, cal...

by Pamela Ehrenberg I order groceries online, reserve library books online, and communicate with friends via email and Facebook.  So the I...