the ebb tide

I’m headed back to North Carolina for a few days, writing this on the plane. The countryside around Charlotte is rather nicely lit, as...

It’s funny, how nothing ever matches your expectations. You go somewhere new, the things you expect to love are boring and the things you ...

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There , 1872) `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe...

I was a child insomniac. I was also a teen insomniac, and an adult one, and now I just sort of think of the first two-three hours ...

: This book will never end. Really, never. I never planned on forty-eight chapters; how in the name of all that is holy did it att...

A guest post by novelist P.R. Johnson You’ve finally finished your novel. Good for you. It’s only taken X amount of years and Y ...

Austin is having its post-holiday pre-spring just now. Pre-spring is a lot like winter, being as how it's still miserably cold...