First Pages

“You knew.”  It’s not a question. My voice carries across the room to where my father stands silhouetted in the doorway. Let me break it down for you.  Picture a room with no windows.  Synthetic sunlight streams in from the center of our world through a glass tube that plunges past each of the twenty…

Work in Progress

Yesterday marked the end of the 9th annual Slice of Life Challenge.  I did it:  I wrote every day for 31 days straight.  I made space for it.  I started seeing my stories in the simplest of places.  So why wouldn’t I do the same for the writing that’s been waiting?    Here goes:  a…