In Which I Hand You Baseball Bats

Nobody knew I wrote for years. Literally, years. I was super stealth about it, and somewhere, there is an old Vaio laptop with some terrible attempts at novels saved on it. Nobody but me has ever (or will ever) see those. Becoming an author was a pipe dream, completely and utterly. Something that didn’t orContinue reading “In Which I Hand You Baseball Bats”

Short Stories are Writing Playgrounds

I could spend hours, days, weeks talking your ear off about the wonderfulness of the retreat I went on this past March, the inaugural Aspiring Writers Workshop hosted by Madcap Retreats, but for right now, I’m going to focus on one piece of the wonderfulness: the creation of Band of Dreamers. Inspired by The MerryContinue reading “Short Stories are Writing Playgrounds”