Friday Fictioneers: A Night Like This

    “It was a night like this when we met, remember?” Roumina used to rub my back when I started reminiscing. She would be silent then, as she is now. “A humid June night. You asked to bum a cigarette.” A pained laugh escapes my lips. “Back when we thought it was cool to…

Writer Meme Monday: From Head to Heart, With Love

This is where I have been, and where I continue to live…editing and re-writing. And editing and re-writing. And editing and ruminating about how to re-write some more. #thestruggleisreal when it comes to hacking apart something you wrote with your heart! One day, the next draft will be done. Until then, I’m reading the next chapter…