Thirty. Thousand. Words. And all’s well.
Been working on a couple of speculative travel pieces following a lovely recent European break. I wrote one and I can’t think of any publication that would even consider picking it up, so here she is here: Monolithos.
Memoir. It really should be avoided by all but those with the most interesting, important, timely, or unique stories. Oh well, tough. I just pulled another old writing exercise out of its box. It’s none of the above. This one’s being set free today because it’s my Superbowl story. It’s also an Ekka story. Does […]
