Why I’m Not Doing NaNoWriMo, and Why That’s Okay
When I woke up this morning, I realized it’s NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t written a single word in almost a week. But that’s okay, because I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. Continue reading
When I woke up this morning, I realized it’s NaNoWriMo, and I haven’t written a single word in almost a week. But that’s okay, because I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. Continue reading
I love the imagery and imagination in Tom Waits’ “Singapore”. But there’s one line that pulls me up short every time I hear it: In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Continue reading
A Navy peacoat dwarfed the girl who tapped Theodore Grayson on the shoulder, the hem at her knees and the sleeves swallowing her hands to the fingertips. “May I borrow your phone?”
The girl’s voice was as small as she was, but her eyes were huge. Like Grayson’s daughter. Her eyes had been like that. Continue reading