I know the voices, too. It doesn’t take much for me to flake out on the count of rain. If it’s even slightly drizzly, I often tend to just stay home… um, ironically, today it rained… and I stayed home.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
When I was a kid, I lived in my head, and on paper. I was constantly drawing out my fantasies… of me flying spaceships all over the galaxy… or me barely escaping the grasp of an angry dragon… or me[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Randie doesn’t know it, but Ryan is writing a novel… about her. It’s a constant work in progress. As a great appreciator of John Steinbeck, Ryan writes in the flavor of Cannery Row… But he keeps it hidden from her,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
