Hummingbird woke with a crick in her neck. Waking . . . a sign that she had slept at long […]
Lacing on the tennis shoes once again
And so I’ve engaged in another writing marathon. Vacay’s over, M. K. Time to get back to it. And so […]
The Dreaded Book Hangover; or, Why I Hate My Latest Draft
I don’t hate my latest draft. I, in fact, love it. (Gosh, considering the last post I put here, there […]
