
Do you know that sensation you get in the shoulders and scalp when you are overwhelmed by a discovery or experience,? It is a feeling like fear, or awe, and it ripples down the skin like cold water and brings stinging tears to the eyes.

Every sentence begins with a stressed syllable, mostly alternating stressed and unstressed: DUH duh. DUH duh. (Yep, trochaic rhythm.) I’m trying to make you feel how Painter receives a bit of input, then struggles to process it: Darkness. (Where?) Desperate coughing. (Huh?) Thunderous pounding. “What?” Read more

I was a sad person, composing a first-person narrative that was fictionally composed by a sad fictional person. I didn’t have to look far to know what sadness feels like, but to express that feeling–while feeling it–wasn’t easy. Here are some strategies I used. Read more

When I type up a chapter, comprehension becomes possible. The light-scatter coalesces into a focused beam, and I can see my book’s multitude of flaws and failures. And that’s okay: Imperfections are rocks that form a path across a river. I step on them, thank them, and leave them behind. Read more
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