Let’s start with the crow. I really, really wanted a moody picture of a crow eating trash on the sidewalk. I’d put it in black and white, scratch it up a bit, maybe even tilt the image. You know, real avant…
Here’s my resolution, straight up and unfiltered: more better writing. I mean more in the quantity way, better in the quality way, and more better in the mo’ bettah way. First, this means an increase in frequency since, after all,…
Ha ha, if you didn’t already feel the cloying desperation of self-promotion from the intro page or the writing page then perhaps another splash of the book cover will catch you: I put this in because I just heard, through the…
Really, the whole thing could’ve ended much worse. An old truck, abused through decades of off-road adventures. A young, stupid, and inexperienced driver setting off across a continent that has killed many seasoned and gritty pioneers. That it ended it…
Lars swung out in pure rage. Even though his eyes didn’t work his mind could see emotion. Sadness was a throbbing continuation of the black that defined his universe. Fear came in jagged blue shocks that raced through his mind…