They come when the moon is dark and the desert is silent. Sand Raiders from the south. They come to kill, to steal our sheep and our cattle, our women and children. They burn our tents and murder our men, and what can we do? Nothing. We are not fighters, my father says. We can…
This week’s story does not belong to me. That’s right. I am unashamedly posting another author’s work on my blog. Not sharing a post, not passing on a link, but posting her story on my blog. Let me explain. As artists, creators, and authors, we all began somewhere. We began with handwritten stories that we…
A few months ago, my little sister came to me and insisted that I read The Witches. It was, she informed me, the creepiest book she had ever read in her entire life, and I need to read it as soon as humanly possible. Given that she is twelve, a great reader, and a remarkably…
The wind is from the north, cold as a winter’s gale. I could smell the snow as early as this morning, but it hasn’t hit us yet. One of my neighbors came by, offering to batten down the barn for me, get the house ready, and it was odd to hear him rattling around upstairs…
Originally posted on Wordbender Editing: Receiving your manuscript back from your editor can be a harrowing experience. So much blood and tears were shed over it. What if your editor hates it? It starts out with you checking your email like a madman about a week before your editor said she’d have it ready for…
7th and Main, they tell me. 7th and Main, but not on the street, not where we can be seen. No, none of us want to be seen, none of us want to be noticed. So we don’t sell in the street. It’s nearly dark by the time I step off the bus. The air…
A.R. Geiger