“Nights are warm, and stars shimmer in the sky like a blacktop road in the noonday sun. Roses spill over garden gates, heavy with bees and perfume; field and forest are lush and teeming with life.” – Michele Morgan Six …
“Nights are warm, and stars shimmer in the sky like a blacktop road in the noonday sun. Roses spill over garden gates, heavy with bees and perfume; field and forest are lush and teeming with life.” – Michele Morgan Six …
“There is a wildness in the air, a spice that belongs to more than lilacs or the sweet woodruff blooming beneath the trees. Ferns glisten with morning dew, and somewhere, lovers conspire to meet at sundown.” – Michele Morgan May …
“It’s very hard especially at first to separate you from your art, because your art doesn’t necessarily define you.” ~ S. M. Boyce When we interviewed S. M. Boyce at the end of April 2013, we ended with an …
“Sunlight dapples the forest floor. A copper fox appears through the gloaming, then vanishes again with one sweet, sharp bark, an invitation to follow him to into the fanciful weave of light and shadow.” – Michele Morgan This time last …
When hanging out with other writers, you soon learn that the “rules” of writing are pretty variable. Some people talk of the importance of routine and consistency. Others talk of writing in terms of inspiration which strikes when it fancies. …
“Milk-white clouds pillow in an agate sky. Buds swell tightly against slender branches, and soft, mousy catkin beg to be patter by children on their way to school. Fresh rain breaks over the greening Earth, scattering the petals of cherry …