“The Ghetto”
After only two nights in Limestone City I can see what Frederick Madrigal neglected to tell us. Whole streets, whole blocks, whole neighbourhoods are filled …
After 20 Years
I sleep in a garret: quintessential student lodging. From my window I can see other students walking by; none of them has very many clothes …
Librarians
I can’t let her go. Today, with all the pieces in the right order, I put the librarian back in. Even if the only reason …
Winter and Spring, Still at It
Like the worms, I’ve snuck up out of the ground during warm weather and crawled across the pavement—but I’ve been distracted by watching anxiously for …
Finding Spring
Purple and yellow crocus and tiny white snowdrops litter parks and front yards as if spring has truly arrived. On overcast days, like this one, …
Winter
It’s just cold, windy, white, and barren. There’s less to say about the writing when every word has to be forced out, a slow drip…drip….drip …
Cuts
The librarian is gone. This is a sadder cut for me than the others—something about losing that scene where Frederick bumps into her on the …
Flow
The Tome has come back to me on the one month anniversary of my confinement. It looks fresh, inviting, alluring, seductive. It looks remarkably like …
Too Many Books?
Some amount of serious distraction has occurred over the past few days, for life-altering reasons (watch for an announcement in the coming weeks) but I’m …
Crowded
I have reason to believe I’m getting close. Call it intuition. Call it corroboration (my reader sends back a favourable review.) Call it being crowded. …