“Daddy, I saw something walking outside.” It was dark as we loaded up the car to head up north. My daughter whispered these words to me as I buckled her into her car seat. “It was the Light Master,” she continues. “And it had eyes! It was walking on the… Continue reading…
It seems I can’t escape humid forests or reminders of COVID. I recently came down with COVID. The mental fog I experienced inspired me to write about it. (You’ll have to decide what elements are true.) A week before COVID, I started reading “The Stand,” which had too many reminders… Continue reading…
I think COVID is making me crazy. Not the quarantine part – the virus itself, what it’s doing to my mind. As I write this, I picture the microscopic COVID critters crawling through the cracks in my brain mass like spiders, weaving intricate webs of madness. Fatigue and dizziness are… Continue reading…
I recently bought a used copy of the Gotham Writers’ Workshop Writing Fiction guide. I’m thankful for Chester Creek Books and Antiques in Duluth, MN for having this on top of a stack of books so I would notice it. There are several exercises throughout the book I am working… Continue reading…