At night, my blanket is tucked under my legs, the air on full blast. My weapon is in my hands and I find myself fighting dragons. All of my imaginary friends are dragons. I suppose they represent different things. This sounds so silly if you don't appreciate the metaphor. As a writer, I live in... Continue Reading →
Pruning a Plant (Or Weed-Whacking It)
I always dreaded the editing process. Not that I'd ever actually gone through it with a full-length project. In ways, I was right to fear it. The editing process is scary because I know I'm going to have to take crap and make it coherent. Not to mention, it involves much more critical thinking than... Continue Reading →
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