Well it is the season of the witch.. So I am picking up stitches. So it goes. Chasing leads with the writers group and earnestly tracking back a remembered line from a 'Why I Write' books of essays search a few years back. Stuck with me. "I write because I hate. A lot. Hard." And … Continue reading Fluent With Sweat In the Midnite IHOP Booth, Contemplating Tongues Forcing Into My Very Mouth (ReVisiting William Gass on Writing in the Paris Review: “I STILL HATE SCENES UNLESS I MAKE THEM”