Reflecting on the year that's almost completed.
I know who I am and that's mostly good.
I have an idea of who I could be.
Of what I could do. It will take a lot of work to get there.
Some loneliness. Some lone-time-ness.
I hope to accept the scariness of what I'm about to embark on and do it anyway.
More soon. Today, I'm reflecting.
Voicelessness and despair aside--snarky I know--it's been an insanely busy week. Last Thursday I had the pleasure of ushering with a g...
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
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