I told her I was making a video about serving absinthe and would make sure to tag her when I published it. That’s when she hit me with it. My cousin is deaf.
Wandering Writer
Singing the displaced writers’ group blues
My writers’ group has resigned itself that it will take time before we feel at home in a new place but we still have to find the new place we can grow into now that we’ve lost our MoJoe.
Call me a liar
It’s probably not surprising that, as a hobby writer of fiction, I’m a fan of telling lies. My best work happens when I successfully take an essential truth and warp it with artful lies. But I don’t want to talk about fiction as lie. I want to tell you about lies I’ve told about my fiction.