Writing

WIP: Boy, Is She Persistent

She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She
taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.

WIP: Notte Finds Peace

I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.…

WIP: For Daws to Peck At

They did not grow old. They never knew illness. They could be injured, but they healed, and they never simply lingered. All this was why Jonathan made no sense.…

Regaining Momentum

Writing after a dry period is really hard, but there’s no secret to getting back into it. There are only a few simple steps.…

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