Wayward Writer
Part 2 Each night I sat upon my dressing chair and gazed at the mirror while I brushed my hair. The girl beyond the looking glass returned my stare with a lazy grin, and we pulled long strokes to a well-timed rhythm. Neither of us spoke, but it felt we shared a secret. Then one... Continue Reading →
Depending on how long you have lived, your career field, or how social you are, at least a hundred versions of you exist in the world, right now. No, I don’t mean sci-fi/fantasy, multiple parallel universe versions of you. I’m talking about the versions of you as perceived by others who have crossed your path... Continue Reading →
Buckle-up, Buttercup, this ride has a lot of ups and downs! It crossed my mind that thoughts of becoming a writer are similar to the butterflies we got as kids whenever the carnival came to town. Let me set the mood... Excitement arises with flashy flyers and buzzing gossip - someone glimpsed the intriguing caravan... Continue Reading →
