There is an oceanic pain-knowing, a tide no soul should ever be made to swim against.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
How do we know that we're writing something good, and not just tossing words on a page?
If you're a longtime Hevrianik, you might remember me writing a serial. It started with Cross-Country Lesbian Hasidic Road Trip.
I'll try to answer a few questions about the craft of being creative.
My parents Abe and Sara wanted to be radical and change everything. But my rebellion was just being normal. Or at least, that’s what you would think if you saw me.
Plot is taking all the things that don’t make sense about your story, and forcing them to make sense.
