Copenhagen or Anywhere
Moonlight gleamed off the top of the rock, or more accurately off the guano that painted the wet basalt. A grunt, a splash, a muttered curse came from the shadowed [...]
Mrs. Charles’s Bookshop
Sylvie Charles was not a particularly handsome woman, nor particularly young, but she was happy. Sylvie owned a bookshop, a narrow warren on Chestnut Street wedged between a homely but [...]
Verisimilitude and the Competent Con: Research for Fiction
“The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof crap detector. This is the writer’s radar and all great writers have had it.”
—Ernest Hemingway
Writers are prone to [...]
In the Rainy Season
The rain gathers out there, beyond the wide tiled balconies of this house where I lie abed. Isti sways as she sits on the low stool, muscles moving gently beneath [...]