Popped my hip out of place getting out of the car today.  Searing pain tends to make me a little glum, so I offer up to you this bit of cerebral flotsam.

People figured that her problem had been, up till now, and, quiet honestly, for the rest of forever, was that people just didn't understand how difficult it is to sing quietly.  To sing sweetly.  ( Read more... )

Part of something I intend to be much bigger.  Ungodly sloppy first draft.  Hey, I only promised you fiction.  I never promised it would be any good.

When I first saw the door, I was 18.  Brushed and shaved, combed and polished, desperately hoping that my meticulous grooming would make up for the shabby jacket and suitcase lovingly repaired with ( Read more... )

This is my fiction journal ( Read more... )