My life has been a novel for the past ten days. I roll out of bed in the mornings and wonder, “What fresh hell is
Where do you go when you cross the dark forest? Look, I know it’s no one’s fault but mine — where has the time since
Welcome back, my friends, to the show that keeps going on, even should you want it to stop. There’s no knowing where we’re going, and
No one would believe it if I wrote it into one of my novels. That’s what I find myself saying more and more these days.
“I’m just a big wolf. Stupid, brutish and vicious,” said Rolf. “There’s nothing to understand.” “I thought you were,” admitted Liss. “But I’ve changed my
I’m currently on the road, so replies may be slow. One of the big re-discoveries since the rise of both e-books and Amazon made indie