September Poetry Challenge #1
1 Secrets and oaths He never held back on the hug.That was why she kept comingAnd he kept comingAnd she swallowed, over and over and over,The lie.It could have been…
1 Secrets and oaths He never held back on the hug.That was why she kept comingAnd he kept comingAnd she swallowed, over and over and over,The lie.It could have been…
I have many thoughts on the creative process. On social pressure. On the 'tortured artist'. Not all of them can be condensed into a page of silly scribbles, but some…
Sometimes, I come across a story so evocative, I feel compelled to draw it. Any scene from Maggie Stiefvater's The Scorpio Races deserves hours spent with acrylic or watercolours, but…
Fox, surely you should just be writing. Wasn't that the whole point? It's been weeks. Months. What's with all this 'plotting' business? I wish I was joyfully tapping the keys.…