When I started writing at fourteen, there was no rhyme to my reason. I grabbed a brand new spiral notebook, one of my mother’s favorite fountain pens,…… Read more “In which an old writer learns new tricks…”
When I started writing at fourteen, there was no rhyme to my reason. I grabbed a brand new spiral notebook, one of my mother’s favorite fountain pens,…… Read more “In which an old writer learns new tricks…”