The Crystal Pistol

“You’re here for the workshop, right?” Prince said. She was a cute mom of a woman and she looked up at him and smiled. “I am.” “Then tell me about your book.” Her face lit up. “Well, I am really nervous. The agent has been ripping everyone apart.” “He is pretty brutal but that is… Continue reading The Crystal Pistol

The Roller Derby Queen

The workshop in 2008 was looming. I had fear in my gut and no idea what I was going to do. A New York agent had 50 pages of my book. A legitimate editor had fifteen, five other editors and creatives had five pages, and I had a constant panic attack moving through my system… Continue reading The Roller Derby Queen

Meeting Vigil

“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil

Lost Confessions: Guardian

Pawn On felt feet he glided across a checkered battlefield and noticed he was alone. No knights clashing against bishop, no battle cry of gathering forces to bolster courage. Just the groan of a dying battlefield. He slid past fallen banners and crumbling castles. He came to his fallen king and dropped to an obsidian… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Guardian