Scary as hell living in Brooklyn, the deadliest place on earth for Covid-19. For a few grim weeks.
My brain is hurt by all the stuff I’ll probably miss.
Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures
The armed troops and the ID cards are gone now, but low-flying planes are still unnerving.
Resilience after 9-11—it’s about what happens in the mind as much as on the ground.
The layers are thick and deep in this story. Expect things to change. Often. Unexpectedly. Yet precisely the way they must. Once you know enough.
“In writing, you must kill all your darlings.” —William Faulkner Yes, this post will be about wholesale slaughter. Of words, characters, and ideas. Of little darlings—all those great lines, tightly written paragraphs, wonderfully surprising sub-plots, or dashing characters that please the writer, but will bore, or worse, confuse the reader. I’ve never enjoyed […]
knowing her as well as we do, having watched her survive her brutal childhood, pull off one audacious mission after another, we know this won’t last. Then, things get worse.
Yes, this is Iliana of House Hawk, the highest earning, boldest, most respected Journeyman in the Night Guild.
I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.