Beauty, You Can Find It Here If

First, You Hand Over Some Basics-overwhelming Joy, Existential Angst, A Giving-in To Desire, Etc. And Then You Promise To Withstand Talking Idly About The Weather, To Encourage Cliché, To Uphold The Virtues Of Average. You Hand Over The Need To Be Understood And, In Return, You Get A Bar Of Normal Soap. And You Can Wash In It And Be Daily Reborn To A Safe World Of Modest, Enduring Love Or, At Least, Mild, Well-mannered Bonding.

The Intricacy Of Plotting A Thriller Is Akin To Writing Formal Poetry.

Writing Across Genres Has Made Me More Prolific. When One Is Fighting Me Or Simply Not Cutting It, I Turn To Another.

I've Left The Church - For Many Reasons That I've Written About Publicly - But It's Still A Large Part Of My Identity, And I Still Have My Faith, If Not My Church.

Omission Is A Sin Only If, In The Process Of Deceiving, You Forget The Truth. Lying Is A Sin Only If, In The Process, The Lie Becomes The Only Truth.