Darlings I was looking for something in my journal and came across this flash of an entry. It was inspiring, even though I only wrote it two months ago. July 2016 I wrote today. It was draining. I have been plugging along, giving the thing a once over with an ear for all my notes,... Continue Reading →
The mourning of a scene
Man, is it hard to kill the darlings! I've been dancing around it for days, trying to figure out how I can work a scene into my novel. At some point I wrote it, obviously thinking it had a home. I don't know what happened since then, but, at this point, it truly is a gypsy,... Continue Reading →
