Bad Choices, Evolving Voices

I used to start my writing like a hailstorm. Jump cuts. Sentence fragments. Images assaulting the hood of your car, leaving tiny dents until you stare at it from your living room window and think, "Well there goes the resale value." But really, you have no intention of ever selling that car. You'll have it … Continue reading Bad Choices, Evolving Voices

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