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Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

At eight, she learned she only belonged underwater. Smashed egg. Her father’s hands were always on her. Shove. Yank. Twist. “Lift your bum.” His...

A bit more. Slow going, isn't it? Ah well.

Chapter 2. The House on the Hill. Sophrayni sat with her hands in her lap, watching the steam curl from the kettle. The unicorn horn lay on the desk...

Dreamt of my old place as a child. Image from wikimedia commons.

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Chapter 1. The Thief. Sophrayni came to a crossroads. Unusually, there was no signpost showing the names of the towns ahead. She leaned over her...

I’ll have a cup of ayahuasca tea and tell you of my dreaming.

Regaining her senses, the first thing she noticed was the sobbing. Morgan was holding Lumen’s hand, kneeling beside Aurora. Tears had dried out, but...