The Night the Russians Attacked
I was conked out, an overdose of Nyquil. Yes, this is already old hat to you. You already know, I was serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer in the Republic of Georgia, blah blah. But maybe what you...
View ArticleIf I Die Before I Wake…
When we got there, he turned off the ignition. Together, we took in the sight of the refugee center. One year ago, I had been here. One year ago, it had been a school. My teens whispered in...
View ArticleLeft Field and No-Man’s Land
Desert land. Stretching far beyond the eye can see, the rising haze playing games with your perception. That’s what much of Jordan and Israel are like. So what’s the great danger in these harsh...
View ArticleCongratulations, It’s a Girl! or Writing Gender
So, an interesting topic of conversation has been making the rounds on some writers’ blogs and forums recently. Namely, whether and why many (some?) writers express difficulty writing believable...
View ArticleGod, How I Scoffed.
You give Peace Corps two years and three months of your life, and you know what they say they’ll give you in return? I’ll tell you. 1. Patience 2. Flexibility Their words. Now this, to me, didn’t...
View Articlethe best laid plans…
I was planning to fall into a deep slumber. I was planning to get to it immediately. I didn’t see that I could stay awake one more minute. So it was no surprise–or rather, it ought not to have...
View ArticleFinding characters
The path to finding one’s characters is not as clear-cut as I once thought. It turns out characters not only change utterly during the writing of a tale, but also (thank the heavens) once you’ve...
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