Why I Read = Why I Write

It wraps up your heart like a string pulled almost too tight. The pressure, the tug, even the twinge of pain feels good, right, long-absent. Or else it takes your breath away, sucks it from your lips like a hard fall flat on your back, steals your life for seconds and...

The Best Words Come as Whispers

I’m sitting at my desk, trying to settle my mind from the list of things I need to do, the list of things that always seem more important than my writing. I’m sitting, breathing, letting my mind wander. . . when I hear it. “That chapter where you...