I found something, I said in an IM to Elynne. What? She responded later that day. It’s a place. A place where we can escape, be together, isolated for as long as we want, “Katmandu!” I hoped she would make…
I have written a lot of crap in my quest to become a readable writer. Throughout that process, I kept every crappy manuscript my Brother typewriter generated. For years, they moved with me from place to place, state to state,…