His head slammed into the back wall of the closet. Hangars rocked, shedding clothes over the boy’s bent back. The closet door slammed shut behind him, smashing against the already splintered frame, blocking out the
I have been asked how I was inspired to write a Frame novel due to the fact that my story includes three separate tales involving Indigo's ancestors as she meets each one in the Introverse;
Writing ideas and plot solutions sprout in the spring rain of my shower practically every day. It gets pretty crowded in there, but I love the company. As the steam obscures the mirror layer by
Most fiction writers are introverts revealing their interior world to the outer world — word by word, line by line. I am one of those. I reach into the dark corners of my mind to
I pull a small rectangle of paper from the crinkled package and smooth it between my yellowed fingers. A fragrant bag of tobacco is tipped and its contents tapped into place, filling the open gap.
J.R. Tolkein wrote this is a great poem that speaks to that which soars far beyond our limited judgments and assessments of occurrences and stages of life . . . . . . All that