My casual, somewhat naive, journey with traditional publishing—part one!
A little free writing in nature.
Free writing in da club.
My journey to a novel: scene development.
apricate; to bask in the sun
My journey to a novel: May 2019.
Noun: the end of the day, evening (old English) The sun dipped behind the trees that stood jagged and tall around the crumbing path of dirt and rock. A light wind rustled between leaves and pinecones dangling from branches above.…
Into the woods and never coming out.
This post is a day late because somehow I scratched my eyeball and it’s a lot harder to do things with one eye than I would have thought. (I also definitely scratched my eye because I’m growing my nails out…