starting over

I'm at the end. But I'm not done. (and a small excerpt)

This is the day. I've finally gotten to the end. the actual end. Of the big novel. I'm not done with it. I'm going to start with chapter...

The color of my ink: Navigating my way out of Covid.

I love fountain pens. I love watching the shimmer of the words as the ink dries in the wake of the nib across the page. I love the stains...

Fragments: a tiny piece of my wip; The NIght Was Not

This is a little bit on my novel in progress, "The Night Was Not." The first bit is just a little context: Kerry Hazard thought he had...

One more about mom

This morning, early, I had the best dream. I was at my mom’s house, and she was there too. She had a bunch of stuff for me to take home...

My Mother's Stitch and Bitch Club

I have spent the last few weeks helping to make masks. My roommate has produced hundreds. I just sewed what she told me to. I was...

The I-word

I just wrote a blog about selling books for the Flint Area Writers blog. Really, it was about selling my own books, and how uncomfortable...