“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.
Andy Peloquin has introduced me to yet another genre I didn’t know existed and took me a great ride doing so.
Things that keep me from doing all the things I want to do. Many of them, I want to bring to you. But instead, they get sacrificed to the time hungry beasts of these bad mental habits.
Nothing like rattling strongly held beliefs in reading.
An excellent guide to taking a manuscript from whatever software it is created in and turning it into an eBook format
tonight it’s still hot, and the storm that lurks on the horizon right now simply broods, unable to decide if it will unleash or merely sulk, we choose to stick with summer weight dinner of a terrine de Campagne
Street art is ephemeral. The building can be torn down, other people can tag it, weather, fires, and a host of other things can damage, destroy or efface this work. But as “Beyond The Streets,” the moving street art exhibition showed, even the pieces that have vanished are worth a look.