flax-golden tales: secrets in the sea
secrets in the sea You may whisper your secrets to the sea And the sea will keep them for you Cover them with crashing waves Carry them out on retreating tides Pull them under
secrets in the sea You may whisper your secrets to the sea And the sea will keep them for you Cover them with crashing waves Carry them out on retreating tides Pull them under
I probably don’t have to tell you all that November is National Novel Writing Month. And you probably already know that The Night Circus started life as a tangent in a NaNoWriMo novel and
the story trees They string histories and myths and fancies and fables together and hang them in the branches of the story trees. The garlands of tales catch the light and shimmer in the
I inadvertently left the jellyfish out of the last post so now they get one of their own.
This is a much belated post. Remember when I mentioned I was going on proper vacation at the beginning of the month? We were in Vancouver. We’d been planning it for awhile, Adam hadn’t
sunset-colored death in a temporary cage I caught Death in a cage in the backyard. It was mostly an accident. The cage was supposed to be a trap for ghosts but it didn’t work