Silence.

I don't know what to say. Writing is where I go to process things I don't understand. This morning, I'm out of words. Over the weekend, I witnessed an explosion of righteous anger. I watched Black people march down the streets of major American cities, including my own here in Ohio, protesting injustice when they've... Continue Reading →

For the Love of the Secondary

I have been stuck on my manuscript for weeks. I wish I could say this is an anomaly, but I've been here before. I'm usually quite disciplined at the beginning, writing in consecutive order and making sure my plot is moving forward. Then, in the last fifteen percent of the novel, the train starts smoking... Continue Reading →

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