reclaimed

Yesterday I tore a page out of a book.

I’ve never done that before. I’ve never even dog-eared a page. I try to keep everything as new as possible. If I could make things look newer than when I got them, I would. I’m the person you want to lend books to, because I can promise there won’t be a single wrinkle in those pages when you get it back.

So what was it that compelled me to rip a page? It wasn’t anger. There was nothing wrong with the book. But I tore in the name of craftiness. (more…)

friendship & coffee

I am a solo writer. I’m not one of those people who joins writers’ groups and loves to chat about “the craft.” I’m sure those groups are a lot of fun, but I’d rather just write. Or maybe it’s because I’m an introvert who can only handle being around groups of people I don’t know for so long before I’m overwhelmed by the need to hide under a desk and drink in some silence.

But friends, friends are different. It’s always fun to meet with friends and throw ideas around, get input on story possibilities, and hear thoughts that didn’t originate in my brain. (more…)