I write and love, live and yearn, as all do. There are moments that herald creation.
This passed year I learned more about writing than in all the previous years in my life. I like to think that The Vague Ship, was the first real story I wrote. There were dozens of short stories, even the prequel to this tale, ContraDictation, was a bit of an oddball in the ways of … Continue reading The Vague Ship
There is a writer, a painter, an artist of expression that has fallen into a quiet... one that leached movement and silenced the exude. Though... there is value in a pause, in halting to listen, in stopping to see where footsteps guide, and then to choose the next destination. I found a gap, one that … Continue reading A Long Silence