They never tell you how hard it is to look back on an event like a book, because they never mention how many different starts it has. If I’m going to start getting nostalgic, where do I even start? The late November night when seventeen-year-old Audrey started sketching out the bones of a girl named… Continue reading Reflections on the End of The Neverland Wars
Hello, hello! I’m typing this with sticky BBQ sauced fingers which means only one thing… I’m back in Washington, at Third Place Commons, working on my writing, and eating Burney Brother’s pulled pork, as I have for some eight years now. I’m going to be in Washington for a while. Among other things, summer break… Continue reading A Case of the Sequel Blues
When it started, it was innocent bibliophilia. My condition has worsened though, and I am well aware that I am gleefully suffering from bibliomania. I found this Japanese word, tsundoku, which pretty much describes my condition right now. It’s not that I don’t ever read these books, it’s just that I buy them faster than… Continue reading Books, Books, Books!