Barnwood Poetry Magazine accepted my poem “white blindness” last night. I’m very excited! He says that it will be up soon. I’ll link you then.
My novel is at about 13,000 words right now. The murderer has just sent Bryony a gift. The story takes place in our old Seattle stomping grounds, so it makes me a rather conflicting mix of happy and sad to write it. How confusing is that? To be writing about murder and feeling…a little homesick?
Pieces out: 38