Messy. Shady. Honest.
Guilt. It’s a five-letter word that doesn’t roll off the tongue. It’s more of a thud. A clunk. It keeps you from sleeping at night and when you open your eyes in the morning, that thickness can thwart the sunshine streaming through the windows, leaving you a bit blah. Women just seem to be born... Continue Reading →
"...there's a hormone secreted into the bloodstream of most writers that makes them hate their own work while they are doing it, or immediately after. This, coupled with the chorus of critical reaction from those privileged to take a first look, is almost enough to discourage further work entirely." - Francis Ford Coppola, "Letter to... Continue Reading →
Being in your thirties is a completely different animal. And when I say thirties, I mean late thirties. Like, next year is 40. When I was in my mid-twenties, I could not wait to be thirty. I had the uncomfortable, weird, undecided twenties. I had no idea what I was doing with my life and... Continue Reading →
I have come up with a title for my fictional piece finally and...have decided to enter it into the Narrative Fall 2011 Story Contest! http://www.narrativemagazine.com/node/149075 I will be doing some major editing in the next few weeks, and will start to post. I'm nervous as hell, but very excited... Look forward to reading "The Lucid... Continue Reading →
Well. Here we go. This is it. My chance to say what I want to say when I want to say it. No filter, no worries, just me. I love writing. Whether or not I am good at it remains to be seen. I have a job. It's a good job, and I like it.... Continue Reading →
An Honest Swallow 