In January of this year I used an AI tool to help me edit my novel. The chapter that came back wasn't mine. Same characters, different scene. Events I hadn't written, in a book I'd already spent a hundred and five thousand words on. I got about halfway down the page before I stopped and … Continue reading What I Didn’t Say
Tag: writing
This Is Him
I had a grown man's voice by the time I was fifteen. On the phone nobody ever knew. One afternoon somebody from a radio station called the house asking for my dad. He'd won something. All he had to do was be the one to claim it. Three words. This is him. Nobody in the … Continue reading This Is Him
He Fell Forward
I  started a project at the beginning of this year called Bible Pictures 365. I started making the pictures so I'd actually read the Bible. That was the whole design. I've got a plan that takes you through the entire thing in a year, and I know myself well enough to know that a … Continue reading He Fell Forward
Eight O’clock
Friday I slept until after eight. I've done that maybe twice in ten years. I'm up at 5:30 every day, not because anyone makes me — I like it, it's the quietest part of the day and it belongs to me. But Friday I woke up at some point, looked at the clock, and went … Continue reading Eight O’clock
The Shelves
Everybody's seen one of those shows. A house that used to be a house — the counters go first, then the chairs, and eventually there's one worn path from the front door to the one seat somebody still sits in. Everything that was supposed to make the life easier is now standing between the person … Continue reading The Shelves





