Judging crappy old sci-fi book covers, I’ll write crappy little short stories based on what I see. I want to get to the root of what kind of storyteller I am, and, hopefully, start to find my voice along the way.
Daniel doesn’t feel like he belongs in New York, he yearns to venture west in search of gold and experience.
Its a shame he is 30 years late to see that dream come true.
Sooo when quarantine hit, I, like so many others, was feeling torn between productivity and loneliness. It was a tricky place to be! Since I wasn’t seeing any of my friends in person and didn’t know what was coming ~next~ for all of us, I came up with an idea to solicit writing prompts from friends and help keep us distracted.
Satirical correspondence from a heroic mix-breed small dog.
We’re a young creative team in our twenties, and we realized none of our friends can cook. Like at all. So we made a cookbook for millennials, with recipes everyone can understand.
I wrote this book for my children or my “noodles” as I like to call them.