Precipice; Chapter One.
The young inventor released his white-knuckling death grip on the 9mm Glock and eased his weapon down cautiously—drops of sweat were collecting…
The young inventor released his white-knuckling death grip on the 9mm Glock and eased his weapon down cautiously—drops of sweat were collecting…
You jump a wall. You can run through a swath of dragon fire. You can cut your way through a mountain. You can…
Recently, I was reading the blog of a writer whom I very much admire, and he mentioned something called ‘sprints’. Some reason I…
When that first draft feels like it’s not worthy to burn in a bonfire, take heart. You’re not alone.