Yesterday was a busy day. I took the daughter to multiple stores and drove from one side of town to the other. We are in a fish store now, just to look. Oh, hello story. I wonder if that part of my story makes sense. My mind meanders around the plot, nodding approval here, looking … Continue reading In a fish store

My story never leaves me. It is like a siamese twin. I can talk to it, and it talks back, but we are joined at the hip so we don’t have the option of leaving each other. Though I can’t banish my story, I can transform it. And right now it is a punching bag. … Continue reading I’m writing a novel. Let me tell the story of my story.