How do we know that we're writing something good, and not just tossing words on a page?
Imagine a web of gracious creation woven from utter destruction.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
I'll try to answer a few questions about the craft of being creative.
If you're a longtime Hevrianik, you might remember me writing a serial. It started with Cross-Country Lesbian Hasidic Road Trip.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
