26 books in 10 months. Not shabby.
That stuff, well, once you stop learning about those things, you’re dead—even if your body is still walking about, going through the motions of life. That’s existing, simply not being buried yet.
Scars makes sense for the body—stop bleeding, prevent an infection, protect the break—quickly—to keep us alive and then repair the harm as fast as possible. Gotta keep going after all. But, some scars heal up better than others.
Daemons were not part of Philip Pullman’s original idea for the Golden Compass. And understanding this may have saved the novel I’m working on.
Scary as hell living in Brooklyn, the deadliest place on earth for Covid-19. For a few grim weeks.
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.
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.
Hey there, It has been a while. Not because I’ve been hiding, or running about entertaining myself to death. I’ve been working and will have announcements on that work soon. (Two hints: when the text gets prepared for uploading to Kindle Direct Publishing, the entire text must be reworked even if it’s already been published? A tagline I’ve been […]
This is why people watch movies. Or read books. Consume anything with a story in it: