My Books Are Strangers
How well do I really know those books on my shelf?
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Continue reading →If you build it, they will read.
Continue reading →The line between fiction and non- isn’t just whether or not the story is true.
Continue reading →Musings about taming the draft and making it a story.
Continue reading →Beyond my comfortable imagination and into the unforgiving real world
Continue reading →Quest for Whidbey, or Getting to the Residency Was More Complicated than Expected
Continue reading →Residencies appear to be held between the worlds. . . .
Continue reading →Preparing for ten intense days!
Continue reading →Ah, Joseph Campbell. You again. I wonder if I’ll like you any better this time.
Continue reading →I can see my semester on the horizon, and it looks like fun.
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