Never accuse me of going in a straight line. I swear I think it is impossible for me to have one thread going in my life on any front. For example, I’m querying a novel. I’m finishing the last, last, last, oh please let them be the last edits, I’ve written a spiffy new database, […]
Greetings from the querying trench. Pull up a box, it’s time to see how things are going. In short. They aren’t. Piffle. So, it’s time to disassemble this beastie and see what’s amissin’. The Totals as of November 24, 2022, leaving out the poetry, also not consigning the one possible silent rejection entirely to the […]
As a child, survival meant becoming small, silent, erasing myself or breaking off pieces. Wanting was dangerous, get rid of it. Noise was dangerous, get rid of it.
Presence was dangerous, get rid of it. Until nothing was left to prove I was there.