Writing Is A Dying Form.

Blinded Following The Blindfolded

Sometimes The Things You’ve Lost Can Be Found Again In Unexpected Places.

There Was Still Plenty Of Water In The Basement, And I Felt It Soaking Me From The Knees On Down. If Someone Wanted To Torture Me Until I Told Them A Critical Piece Of Information, All They Would Have To Do Is Get My Socks Wet. It Feels Terrible.

Young Writers Should Read Books Past Bedtime And Write Things Down In Notebooks When They Are Supposed To Be Doing Something Else.

The Key To Good Eavesdropping Is Not Getting Caught.