Just as Matthew could hear the tires of the pick up truck nearing the house, his mother shooed him into the shed and told him to watch from…
It’s been a little over a month since I started doing this, writing an essay every day. Over 30 small stories written, published…
It’s 4am. I slip quietly out the front door, dog in tow. The two of us walk down the streets, footsteps echoing, shadowed by the moon. The houses I…
It’s 4am and I wake to gather the words.
The words are alive with the sound of unreasonableness. They are active little creatures and while I want them to be alive and active, I also need them to be cooperative. They are, however, tiny little…
I wrote a novel.
I wrote a novel and I took a screenshot of the words “the end” and saved it for posterity.
I wrote a novel and finished it in 2015 and this is 2019 so for four years it’s just been sitting there in a folder on my…