Changes…

… are inevitable. A few weeks ago I went through a number of transformations, physically, spiritually and politically. One door closed: I completed my MA. One door opened: I met a random stranger, had a conversation, and was set upon a whole new path. Writing the blog has been pretty stagnant since, sorry. Not that … Continue reading Changes…

Baobab Cafe and a Ripped Fishnet Rescue

I love to write in cafes. It's the white noise, the way that I'm completely focused on my narrative, and the superstitions I have about my own creative process that pull me in. This is a blog about writing in cafes, the rough end of town, and a dramatic rescue of a damsel in distress who was wearing punk-rock fishnet tights...