It doesn’t matter what you write about. If it has heart people will see that and if it has soul people will feel it.
In the elevator I spotted an empress and I would priest for her, doctor her pains, soldier her wars; I would do many, mighty things all within the span of 30 seconds -then she was gone and things returned to as they were.
Sometimes trumpets blare and sometimes the forest is filled with an uneasy silence.
I have been struggling all week with the first three chapters of a novel I had written 13 years ago, my first born. Not sleeping and trying to do everything in one day didn’t help and I should have left it alone but I’m such a stubborn mule that I just kept at it until […]