SHIMMERS IN THE DARKNESS

Wishing that life were like this sometimes, vividly colored in reds, all plush decor and glimmering city, and people bursting into song wh...

I am standing at the window and the glass is very heavy, cold on my forehead with a hint of moisture, a suggestion of the atmosphere, the ra...

I went looking this week for the “traditional structure” of a novel, having been told at one point that mine didn’t have it.   I found a ni...

Woke this morning to a sparkly kitchen.   Our mischievous puppies, shown above laughing at me, had jumped onto the table during the night a...

  From The Art of Fiction by John Gardner: "When one begins to be persuaded that certain things must never be done in fiction and cer...