Searching for Heather

I need to find Heather. Why? Well, like all stories, this one has a beginning and it starts way back in college. My first encounter with creative writing occurred when I was trying to help a talented pianist, Mike Roth, do something with his original music. People in the industry at the time told us…

Instructions from my muse

My muse:  Good morning! Time to get to work. Me:            It’s not morning. It’s dark outside. Muse:       To a writer that is what morning looks like. Me:            What? Muse:       You’re going to be alone in the dark typing way. You don’t need sunshine. Me:            That’s the kind of crazy logic…