Then, all of my job leads went very quiet. Coronavirus had spooked the job market into hiding. And, pragmatic as I am--and as a survivor of unemployment during the last recession--I saw the writing on the wall.
When I began this blog, declaring my commitments for poetry and flash fiction, I was worried it might interfere with my novel. I promised myself that The Waterclock Wars would remain my primary objective. And so, it has. I dedicated the weekend to character editing, beginning with Julian Hardwick. I … Continue Reading Digital Diary – Story Vomit
It turns. The ceiling fan. I watch the blades move, feeling curious about the racket. There is a sound like the space between radio stations pulsing with each rotation. A sharp whine comes up from below it. This sound I cannot explain. The blades blur until there is only a rotation of shadow and light. Pins … Continue Reading Flash Fiction_02.18 “Edgar’s Valentine”