In the Garden of Eva. Recently I was in Mexico as an Artist in Residence. I taught a fiction workshop class, and two of my students were so pleased with the feedback I gave them on their submissions that they asked if I would look at their full manuscripts. I told them I would for a price. In addition to giving you line edits, I will provide detailed.

She was a short, pretty woman with glasses, and despite the dusty, traffic-choked road behind us and the murky legality of what we were doing although this is apparently.

My house is a mess. To clean up the mess. I try, I do -. I know you do too -. But all I can do. Do 5 tasks before bed! Put ten things away now! So all the posts said. Those things are not all. And nor are they small. I could do things all day. And achieve nothing at all. A house is not static. Go forever, I mean.

So continues my September Stories project! If you missed any of them, go here. For a running list at the bottom. His Grandpa Basil was the reason he joined the force five years ago. It was one of the proudest days of his life, for his grandson to follow in the same footsteps.

Q and A with Established and Aspiring Authors. Tuesday, February 13, 2018. Q and A with Susan Richardson Poet and Blogger at STORIES FROM THE EDGE OF BLINDNESS. Susan Richardson is living, writing and going blind in Hollywood. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa. In 2002 and much of her work focuses on her relationship to the world as a. In addition to poetry, she writes a blog called. STORIES FROM THE EDGE OF BLINDNESS.

The Liberation of Little Heaven. a writer who I think will become our own Graham Greene. A former foreign service officer, Mark Jacobs lives with his wife Anne Bulen at Heron Hill in rural Virginia. He has published 130 stories in a range of magazines including.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015. After recently reading a couple of indie titles that surprised me with their quality, I decided again to try another such title. As a piece of chick lit, this one was obviously not aimed at me in terms of being its primary audience, and my ultimate interest in it suffered as a result.