Once upon a time, somebody told the first story. I’m sitting here, trying to imagine it. Who it was. Who she was telling it to. What the world looked like then, and what the story might have been about. Maybe it was an answer to a question, like, “Where did you come from?” Or “Where [...]
Weaponized Language and Sex
May I just propose that writing is an art? An A-R-T. We writers use words instead of paint or stone or sound. And with those words, if we are good at what we do, we affect a manipulation of brain chemistry in our readers. We can invoke deep feeling. Deep thought. Anger, love, memory, discomfort. [...]