I know you of the Blue World. You are a storyteller. You are made of memory. Your mind is an endless accordion of timeless impressions. You are exhausted by the everyday. You press your face to mirrors and search for other worlds in your own eyes. You listen for the ancient voices in the bending...
Today, I shared a piece with Writers in the Storm. It’s mostly stream of consciousness, and I fear it misses the point many times. But I hope it will at least leave you thinking. I hope it will remind us all to consider the value in the work we stuff under our beds. I hope...
Today I got to something fantastic! I’ve been invited to be a contributor for a wonderful writers’ site that I adore – Writers In the Storm. This year I’ll be share some guest posts over there and I hope you’ll check them out and leave a comment when it strikes you. I’m writing about nests...