There are some books that make me want to grab the main characters by the scruffs of their necks, sit them down, and order, “OK. You, tell him what you saw. You, tell her the thing you learned from the guy. NOW STOP RUNNING AROUND DOING USELESS THINGS AND HELP EACH OTHER.”…
One of the reasons my first novel manuscript took me years to complete, despite being relatively short and simple, was passion. I loved my story — you have to, to pull off writing of that length — but sometimes I didn’t feel like working on it.
Dear Swiss Army Knife (Victorinox Recruit model in red, to be specific), I’m sorry. I failed you. If I’d remembered you were in the inner pocket of my backpack, of course I would have taken you out and left you at home before going through airport security. That I opted…
When I was seventeen, I decided I was going to be normal about hugs.
Hey, everyone! I’ve been off in Las Vegas and Phoenix, AZ watching the world premiere of my play Bitch of the Baskervilles, starring Socratic Theatre Collective’s talented Liz Bragg as Watson and Amanda O’Halloran as Holmes, and directed by Current Theatrics’ Ruth Pe Palileo. Brilliant show, brilliant cast, and brilliant…