The sun goes down, worlds darken...
The single best statement I have ever written about myself.
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Rachel Lawson walks through the main terminal at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, looking for a familiar face. She received a call from a colleague, Rhiannon Worthy, a few days ago, looking for a caregiver to assist her sister Rosalind, who’s dealing with end stage cancer. Rosalind has a teenaged daughter and Rhiannon stated a preference for … Continue reading Worthy Pursuit, Rachel Lawson
The most important weapon in a writer’s arsenal is language; wield it with skill and precision. The writing should always speak for itself; never explain; never apologize, but always be willing to edit for clarity. Don’t worry about telling the literal truth; be true to the characters, the story, and the artistic vision. Never consider … Continue reading Writer’s Manifesto (Revised)
When Genevieve arrives at the address in East Atlanta on the card Roscoe gave her, she is met at the door by the thinnest person she’s ever laid eyes on, a woman who appears to be late-twenties to mid-thirties. She’s several inches taller than Genevieve, and can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. … Continue reading The Pupil: Genevieve & Aileen
The human race is the only species I’m aware of that’s actively committing suicide. We know we’re having a detrimental effect on the planet and no one seems to care. Much of the population is unconcerned with the welfare of the planet because they’re more focused on exploiting it for material wealth, or on accruing … Continue reading Survival Game
Is it possible to combine all the little snippets of thought a person has into one, massive mega-thought? Thoughts usually come sequentially, one idea after another. Some experience rapid fire sequences of thought, ideas rushing past with hardly enough time to make sense of them. Some multitaskers find it possible to hold many thoughts within … Continue reading Web of Thought
Though we both existed on the planet together for about five years, I have no living memory of Martin Luther King. He was assassinated sixteen days before my fifth birthday. I recall hearing of his assassination at the time it happened, but I do not recall specifically how I heard about it, nor did I … Continue reading Icons