Category: My Writing

What happens when a novelist tries her hand at flash fiction? This is a door I can't wait to open...

Wow, another poem. I promise I'm a novelist. I swear, I write long, fun stories that aren't full of poetry. But for now, here's trinket to keep the gears turning.

Do you ever feel as if your face is lost in a sea of similar features? Are there times when even the most familiar roads become foreign?