Celestial Alphabet (Sandcastle 3.14)
Ancient river curls like a snake unfurling in the morning sun. The fallen angel kneels in silt and strokes quilted reflections….
Ancient river curls like a snake unfurling in the morning sun. The fallen angel kneels in silt and strokes quilted reflections….
I have to say the hardest part of writing a novel is not, actually, writing your novel. It’s editing it.
I dwell in the dark. Art is for admiration; no one cares for a blank canvas.
I am in no way implying that depression is necessary or encouraged in any way….
A wood of gold where winds whisper tales ne’er told of young and old. I stand alone. A fork has stopped my wandering feet….
This was the very first “book” I ever wrote, published in my first grade enrichment class. Allow me to introduce you to Spotty….
Writing is a solitary endeavor. That makes the decision to publish all the more daunting.
Sometimes, while seeking the panoramas, we forget to use the macro lens and photograph the little things right in front of us.
I don’t know what possessed me to come see you. I, who held you all my life inside my hands and thought they were empty.
A dear friend and truly amazing woman once gave me advice I still hold close to my heart every day: “Do what you love, and the money will follow.”
