It’s a house in the distance, sitting on top of the horizon, and before it is the thin dirt path surrounded by gently swaying grass, stretching from you to this fixed but unknown point in the future. The house remains the same size when you’re looking, when you’re not, out of the corner of your eye, in your peripheral, when you’re awake and when ( Read more... )

I'm trying to get back into the groove of things, creatively. Especially trying to write, which I haven't done in forever. There are lots of other things going on that need my attention but I really want to get ready for yuletide, so ( Read more... )