InkStains

I found myself, after sunset, on the dark side of an old Spanish fort — between the water and the ghosts — armed with only […]

Today is day 120 of InkStains, and I must admit, I have not yet written today’s story. It’s still early. In the past four months, […]

I’ve been doing this for over three months now. It’s a lot of writing. I’ve written until my hand cramped and I thought it’d never […]

What happens after we die? That’s not a question I’m prepared to answer, or really even to ask. But suppose, for a moment, that we […]

It starts: “She Dances.” With one line left to write, I tried to squeeze it in at the bottom. But in fact, it was two […]

Wow, I’ve not been doing a good job of keeping you updated on my InkStain projects. I may mention some on Twitter and Facebook, but […]

I’ve been writing and writing, some days until my fingers cramp up and twist into unnatural shapes, pouring out words and stories. Many have been […]

Most days, I have no idea what I’m going to write about until I get the Moleskine open in front of me and the fountain […]