“I feel my very existence threatened,” the Sila said. Mr. M. cast a sardonic eye on the space she claimed to occupy. “How is that

“I feel my very existence threatened,” the Sila said. Mr. M. cast a sardonic eye on the space she claimed to occupy. “How is that
The latest round of de-personing and disinviting (yes, the same one I posted about a couple of weeks back) suggests that it would be a
I read a lot of historical fiction. I’m sure that’s no surprise to most of the people on this blog. I also read older fiction,
So today I’m going to talk to you about the circles of writing, which is not the same, mind you, as writing in circles. And
It’s Tuesday afternoon, again (it’s not: I’m writing this to you from far in the distant past. Like, last Wednesday, or something. Maybe Thursday. Maybe
I woke up this morning not having clue one about today’s post. I’ve been neck deep in rewrites as well as doing an editorial job