Her father, unfortunate recipient of prostate cancer, passed away when she was only ten. Following his departure from this earth, her mother followed suit the next year, disappearing into a cocktail of pills, both prescribed and acquired through slightly more nefarious means, before walking out into the wide, wide world, never to be seen or … More The Maiden and the Misanthrope
(My beloved Paperblanks journal! Get it here: http://amzn.to/2v7JoOw ) It sounds great in theory. Sketch out your plot, draft at your leisure, and slowly but steadily create what will one day become your first published novel. You have other sources of revenue so writing is your passion, not your livelihood, but therein lies the problem. You … More Pitfalls of a Part-time Writer
She remained on the road for the better part of three days. The comforts of a cheap motel-a place apart from time, with no designs on bettering itself- had alleviated a modicum of her stress and smoothed some of the crazy out of her appearance, but she felt little improved. A restlessness was waging war … More The Motel
There was something definitively depressing about the beach. A combination of nostalgiac regret and reminders of one’s mortality and insignificance. Every sound and smell was a reminder of the unrelenting passage of time. These were thoughts she didn’t voice aloud. The day had started out auspiciously enough, with a cloudless sky and a trip to … More Jasmine
