hallowed halls I had a dream last night that I was in college again. Not college-as-it-was, but college-as-it-might-have-been. With old wood and ivy and bricks and the paper-musty smell of books that have been
I am still, unsurprisingly, deep in the land of revisions. It’s nice here. It’s kind of dark and confusing but there are surprises and caffeinated beverages and shiny new plot points. I should send
gingerbread army Momma said they wouldn’t grow, but I planted them anyway. They were my cookies that I baked all by myself. I could do whatever I wanted to do with them. I planted
I love how magical the internet is sometimes. I met the artist known as Clovia over on the Absolute Write Forums. Then she found me over on Etsy, and she liked my art and
in tandem Shall we sail then, you and I? Upon a glass-still sea with no land in sight? With you in your boat and me in mine, waiting for the wind to take us
I spent a large portion of the weekend re-imagining Beauty & the Beast for my writing group. We have a Summer/Fall project of fairy tale rewrites and this was mine, I wanted to get