Strange Love, Laughter and the Beauty of Weird. I have had three drafts of a review for Arrival. WordPress ate one and I deleted the other two. One was moony and fawning, the other was overly florid, pretentious swill. I love peer review, beta reading and editing, but reviewing a final work always seems disingenuous. I have to separate my Feeling and instead qualify and quantify.

A haunted island lurks beyond the mists off the coast of the Imperial mainland an island that none of the Imperial maps show as existing at all. Coastal dwellers saw the landmass take form one morning as the dawn mists parted, and with it came a strange cultural memory of legends half-remembered but impossible to commit to words.

I have officially moved all of my writing over to WWW. Thanks for the continued support,. What do you see when sift through your blog roll? But, what about the role of the.

After the River the Sun. Tuesday, January 10, 2017. Stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway, I inched through the winter night. I was tired after a long day and just wanted to get home. Where are the bells now? I wondered. Was there any way to feel vibrantly alive in this situation? None of them wanted to be stuck in this traffic jam. They all wanted to be somewhere else. Or did they? Links to this post. Friday, December 23, 2016.