Today, like many days, I am reminded that being myself does not come with a manual. I come back to things a couple of times a year. Around my birthday, I wrote the post “There is Only During”, which remains my mantra in life. There is no before or after, only during. The question is …
Month: December 2017
Lore retreated from the world. Sheridan offered her a room, apparently it had been her’s, but Alexander had it cleaned out after she passed away. For that much, she was thankful. No need to have to look at more pictures of her and the mystery man together. As she waited for Alexander to come looking …
Lorelei watched Alexander sleep with her knees drawn against her chest. The chair next to his bed was comfortable enough, but she didn’t dare move. This place felt familiar and strange in turns, just like the man in the bed. They’d talked for a while before he passed out again from exhaustion. If she could …
Attending to his duties took up his nights and when he should have been sleeping during the day, blackout curtains pulled to cut off the sun, he busied himself about his other project: a machine to amplify his abilities and let him truly be with her once more. Sheridan claimed he’d lost it. Their fight …
You’ve heard it a million times: “There is no right way to …”. In my case, it’s “there is no right way to write a book”. However, as Gretchen Rubin says, the opposite of a great truth is also true meaning “there is no wrong way to write a book”. In one way, this is …