One of the most important things I've already learned from my studies in English/Creative Writing comes down to one piece of advice I found more helpful than I initially expected it to be. My professor during the last quarter was a published author, and knows first hand how difficult it is to "make it" in... Continue Reading →
Three Years Later: What I Do and Do Not Remember
I remember the darkness of my room at eight in the morning, two days before I turned 16. The gentle taps on the door, the click of the knob opening and then closing, quiet footsteps retreating from my bedroom. I remember walking downstairs at eight-thirty, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and finding... Continue Reading →
This Work In Progress 