Wretched day. Write a little. Wipe the tears. Edit that. Wipe the tears again. More writing. Clean the tears from my glasses. Put them on again. Write some more. Tears. Save. Close the chapter away in its file. ...know another... Continue Reading →
I never saw a star as lovely as the one I saw with Jubilee.
You have an explorer's heart. You should have been a pilot.
If that moral indignity was not to be in vain, I must reach J'ting.
The hull quaked amid a boom like thunder.
No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.
Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.
You can't measure inspiration, creativity, beauty, or wisdom.
I felt more like a project than ever, a girl kept patched together for delivery to a sentient ship in their war.
