Drawing the Close

I have a problem with ending things. I'm a pantser, see. I'm flying by the seat of my pants, feeling which way the wind blows through the vibrations in the fundamental point of contact. As a writer, this gets... complicated. Ok, messy is probably the better word there. For one thing, I have a tendency... Continue Reading →

Flinch Training

In our polarized world, we are facing a constant onslaught of messages. From the practical of 'look both ways before you cross the street' to the insane gaslighting of 'glyphosate causes cancer' we're bombarded at every turn. It's on the news, on the internet, and in our fiction. We can't escape it, it seems. My... Continue Reading →

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