My #Writing Space

My office at night. It's well-used. The desk pad is worn through by my elbows. I need a new chair. I don't mind. It's familiar and cozy. It's a place for working. It's deceptive. It looks plain and unassuming. But it serves as my portal to worlds unseen. cultures and people yet to be named. … Continue reading My #Writing Space

I Dreamed of an Old Book…

..and in my dream I searched for a very specific book for it would teach me to write beautiful prose. This book was like a great grimoire of writing, it would reveal to me a secret that could make me the greatest writer in the world. I don't know how I knew this, but then, … Continue reading I Dreamed of an Old Book…