Sometimes I get stuck on a paragraph. Sometimes I rewrite a chapter three times. Sometimes I rub the shit out of my eyebrows. Sometimes I get confused about which path to take. Sometimes the words come out sounding right but feeling wrong. Sometimes, a lot of times, I read books that are so much […]

At first there was only rocking, the gentle swaying of a ship.   Then he took her hand, and there was magic in his grip.   But tricky fate divided what was once a bonded pair.   So, the father sent her an angel with his answer to a prayer.