Friday, June 24…1972
This post is about abortion in the U.S.
This post is about abortion in the U.S.
This is not a post about writing.
Snow is the worst and anyone who doesn't agree is also the worst.
I tested positive for covid. Beforehand I sniffled and coughed and wheezed and sneezed for four days, but, knowing that I’m fully vaccinated, I don’t leave the house, and no one else around me was sick, I didn’t worry. Then…
I hate passive protagonists. And yet, one of my WIPs features one. What gives? Maybe I'm a hypocrite, but let me try to explain.
True fact: pickle castors more exciting than pearl necklaces?
Wrapping up The Magicians on Anise Street.
A scene that got the ax, and why.
I’ve been writing middle grade for the past three-ish months, which makes it even more critical that I trim my dang chapters.
A Christmas horror story about poison, disease, and blithely inviting trouble.