January 3, 2017

Stories come together. This is something I believe.  I believe it, not because I have faith in myself as some kind of innate-novel-crafting master, and not because of any fairy-fiction magic (the book isn’t alive; it doesn’t craft itself). Stories come together, for me, because I have a process that works. And knowing this gives…

July 6, 2013

Yarrow ran his fingers along the raised mark upon his neck, as if hoping it would rub away. A ridiculous notion—it was as much a part of him as the nose on his face. His ma, walking at his side, slipped her hand into his own and squeezed.  He could not bring himself to look…