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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.

Chapter 9. Rescue. “But you’ll have to face Wilgan and her eventually,” Tess said, frowning. “Why not now?” “Yes, you’re right,” Sophrayni said...

I boarded the plane, flying the usual... economy. It wasn’t a far stretch; I did it all the time when I wasn’t flying private. “Where are you headed...

The door came open into the hall and stayed open, and for two or three seconds there was nothing in the doorway at all. Then a boy came out. He came...

The wind's whistled tune- September's song is out now! Hear it while you can1

Chapter Nine. The Lecture. Amanderella took a seat along the side wall. The hall wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. About a dozen people had...

Our Little Secrets I’ve given this swan a secret name, as people like me have to. I'm more open with my houseplants. Amongst others I have: Stanley...

What probably happens

Sheriff T. H. Bowman got there at twelve twenty and the lot had nine cars in it that did not belong to the school. Joyce watched him from the office...