Ah, the second person! The strange cousin at the narrative family reunion who never quite knows where to sit. You're familiar with it, even if you haven't always realized it, because it speaks directly to you - yes, you. Writing in [...]
Ah, the first person! That charming dictator of narrative perspective, whose power lies entirely in its seductive intimacy. Writing in the first person is much like speaking softly into someone's ear; it offers a direct channel into a character's heart and [...]
In the throes of creative passion, an author embarks on the joyous yet torturous journey of writing a book, often driven by an ephemeral, brilliant idea—a spark so intoxicating that they must immortalize it. Yet, as pages pile upon pages, as [...]
The world of independent publishing is undergoing a transformation, and at the heart of this change is the burgeoning popularity of open mic events. From the storytelling prowess of The Moth in New York City to the regional charm of The [...]
In the eighties, a Manson murder obsessive by the name of Bill Nelson befriended Sharon Tate’s mother, Doris Tate, who then agreed to a taped interview. The interview, called “Doris Tate – In Her Own Words” is rarely seen and only [...]
Pick on every man, Play on every minute, Pull out every move. Police officially end manhunt. Police officer enters madhouse. Parent’s opinions end misery. People offend educated monkey. Poet openly executes muse. Psychologist openly executes mother. Plenty of early mothers. Price [...]
The journalistic phraseology of the title ‘In The Light Of What We Know’ suggests that this will be a novel of discovery where the reader comes to a fuller understanding of the world. This expectation is undermined in the very first [...]
Pick a card, any card. “That must be uncomfortable,” says Alice, indicating with her eyes the elaborate construction of chains and restraints that binds the swollen body. “Oh, that! I hardly notice it any more. One learns [...]
Original Art by Steve Poulacheris - Copyright © 2019 Took an afternoon nap and had a peculiar dream about my father in outer space. It's quite a long story. It's good, though. We were both working on a project. [...]
By E.M. Forster Few things have been more beautiful than my note book on the Deist Controversy as it fell downward through the waters of the Mediterranean. It dived, like a piece of black slate, but opened soon, disclosing leaves of [...]