Churning daily, hourly, minute by minute
In which I ramble about the effectiveness (or lack thereof) of using a notebook and pen to draft a story.
The bus stop was only a block and a half away, not far in normal human-approved temperatures but a real slog when the air was made of daggers cutting at your cheeks and your mocos froze like icicles inside yours nostrils. Thankfully, Jorge was early and could take his time - only thing worse than waiting for a bus was barely missing one and having to wait for the next.
There's a magic that exists When you visit a new land The journey alone is nearly enough Embarking on the quest is fulfillment Perhaps now that void will be satisfied Only No matter how far you travel The same constraints restrain It's impossible to outrun yourself It's not easy to see the world Without first... Continue Reading →
Under the Pendulum Sun tells the story of a woman, Catherine Helstone, traveling to see her missionary brother who has been away for several years in strange, faraway place