Scrawling On…
An author’s fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator. -Vladimir Nabokov. Despair.
March 8, 2012 · Leave a comment
So, Thank You.
Flirting with the narrator was a sure way into the story. He must have known this, though certainly half her age. He approached at the bus stop not long after … Continue reading
December 9, 2011 · 7 Comments
The Nice Thing About Strangers 