I avowed to drop it.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
I avowed to drop it.
Friday, December 19, 2014
And then stare at them, without saying a word, until they go away. No matter how long it takes.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
First step is to introduce the concept without a call to action or insistence they are wrong. Second step is to give time for the criticized to digest what is said. Third step is to reinforced the concept, adding information each time. Forth step is to wait for acceptance of the idea. Fifth step is to explain your perspective as fully as possible when they're ready to listen. Sixth step is to allow them to experiment in solutions without being critical.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
To celebrate the launch of my serial short stories, on December 15, I will be announcing the winner of this beautiful Edgar Allan Poe quilt.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
It is pretty useful for the writer to see a problem first. And if you’re thinking that knowing the rules will help him do that…
No one in the entire world thinks a great book follows all the rules. It can’t. It would be contrived, false, and predictable if it did. You want to do something amazing, you have to do something noticeable, which is not what the rules are about. (They are about drawing attention to something amazing, but they can’t do that if you’ve followed all of them.)
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
She stood tall, back arched, energy contained within her form. She was controlled, every movement intentional, else her body sat completely still. The way she gestured, arched a graceful brow, smiled only when she chose, suggested a woman of class, of one of the higher isles. But her dirt stained black pants and long leather jacket—patched in places—ruined the effect. Her long black hair glistened in the sun, clean and maintained. She wore thick make-up around the eyes, she had, at least, tried to maintain her appearance. Again, Soel knew nothing about guns, but the shotgun strapped one her back was obviously finer than most of what he’d seen. He was talking to someone of the greater stations, but, for whatever reason, she hid it. It gave him more reason to be mad than just his hatred of the situation.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
These things are…