A solace and peace granted only by the quiet before the waking hours Thick drapes of red light Cast boldly into the kitchen Kettle and stovetop on fire An evocative self-portrait in shadow on the back wall I make my parents tea before they can wake up
Is it any wonder that I make him tea when he wakes up as he visits me?
It gets easier as the seasons turn It gets easier as that window of light shrinks
What characters lie within this heart? A self-destructive boy who knows little better A punk A priest
Right, my "Team Sabotage"...
Are characters only in self-reference? I wonder how other writers do it... Where do you get the people in your stories?
I don't know who I'm looking for...
Ah, yes, I remember... I want to write stories about destruction and healing.