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.
He shouldn’t have moved. If he hadn’t have moved, he wouldn’t have died. I told him not to move. I’ve never fired a gun before.
Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….
Unfortunately, that’s a statement many….