
Wherein I review some records, get back into the groove of writing my ass off, and have my writing compared to endorsing fascism very early in the year.
Natalie Zed Promiscuous Wordsmith
Wherein I review some records, get back into the groove of writing my ass off, and have my writing compared to endorsing fascism very early in the year.
I had an idea for a novel simmering in the back of my mind for a while. An image or a plot point would occasionally emerge from the fog, and for a few months I would occasionally pick away at it. Then, one weekend this past fall, something shifted into place in my head and… Read more »
On New Year’s Eve, I posted on Facebook that I didn’t really consider 2013 a “bad” year, because the phrase implied a certain passiveness. No, 2013 wasn’t bad; it was actively hostile.