The Deans’ mausoleum walls, stark white with gray veins, crowded close as Alexander stood a few feet from the man acting as priest for the proceeding. Lorelei had never been specifically religious, but in this instance, he felt it necessary to make at least a nod in the direction of the thankless god which had …
With the death of my granddaddy, I reflect on my life as I know it and what it means for my writing process.
Raise your hand if you have a problem with procrastination. Uh yeah. Feels great to know I’m not alone, but also a little disheartening exactly how widespread this is. I caught an article by Jeff Goins regarding how to get the work done which outlined the use of negative consequences to get one to finish …