As a reformed shithead, I constantly feel pushed to try to awaken other shitheads to the reality that there’s a better way to be. And as a reformed shithead, I have to constantly remind myself just how useless that was when my head was fully up my own ass. I couldn’t hear anyone while I was way up in there. Or, rather, I could hear them talking, but I never really listened. I was...
The “On Writing” series, tracking my experiences of learning to write fiction while writing Marlowe Kana. Join me, won’t you?