I am flying. I’m soaring through clouds, reach out a fist, holster both hands, and accelerate to unsafe speeds. Suddenly I wonder if I should be wearing a helmet. * End frowned upon dream sequence intro * I wrote these words in a diary many years ago. I’ve journaled...
 The sight, the sound, the suck, oh yuck. Wife and I were driving to Yosemite when she finished a snack, licked her fingers, and wiped them onto her jeans. I asked if she wanted a napkin. “No,” she said. “You sure?” “Why?” she said. The sight. The sound. The suck. Oh...
You know your purpose in life. So you dream of your words connecting with readers. You dream of finishing a story you’re proud to share with the world. You dream of your pages spreading like wildfire across blogs, book clubs, and best-seller lists. And while...
