Admission: The next two weeks are going to be story-free
I had hoped (against all reason) that I could somehow keep up with the final fortnight of my fiction marathon even while packing up our possessions and w...
I had hoped (against all reason) that I could somehow keep up with the final fortnight of my fiction marathon even while packing up our possessions and w...
I didn't really think about voice in my writing until my last year of college. I was taking a course with a professor I had previously had for my very first Eng...
On a lovely June afternoon thirty-one years ago, the brief legend of McCutcheon came to an end. A robust boy-child was born to young parents in a small tow...
Meet McCutcheon. Actually, you have likely already met McC in some form or another. He has been working out his kinks over at the now-defunct Stuck In My H...
It seems incredible that a dozen years have passed since the first issue of The Floating Egg rolled off the printer and out through the mails to meet an uns...