No, I mean me. Well, the spooky isn’t me, the dead is me. Again. Here’s the spooky. I was wandering around the jungle at night, ’cause that’s how I roll. And I stumbled across this. That’s a jungle temple, that is. Naturally, being all Indiana…

I heard from Martin Cavannagh of Reedsy again, with information to share: Hi Marian, Martin from Reedsy here again 🙂 Hope you’re well! We’ve recently been thinking about new ways to help authors get their foot in the door, and with that in mind, we’ve…

Appropriate for a Sunday. SPIRIT OF INQUIRY If God is ineffable unknowable transcendent sublime and we are forbidden to follow false gods then why do we tear selected bits from sacred books, soak them in other people’s blood, form self-portraits around our guilty fists and…