When I write, I feel like a fly on the wall. I spy on other people in another world, recording their conversations, their thoughts, their actions. They are as real in my mind's eye as the people I encounter when I stand on line in the grocery store. I recently spoke with a few other … Continue reading Fly On The Wall
I've been very busy over the last year or so, working on the fantasy novel that I've wanted to write since high school. Some of it is still recognizable from its original incarnation, and some has changed greatly. But that's to be expected: as I've grown more experienced, my characters have grown richer and more … Continue reading Writing—A lost art?