Knee Deep in the Writing Process

The book that was. The book that is. Last February, when I began this blog, I intended to do many things and one of them was to occasionally let people Continue Reading →

A Shadow Like Me

I floated in a formless gloom, the sense that up and down were in opposition to where sanity insisted they should exist. I reached for comfort, but found torment instead. Continue Reading →

Taking Another Step

Aliens don’t abduct my mind. I do. There I was the other night, lying in bed. Sleep deprived. Having to play phone tag with my physician because she’d failed to Continue Reading →