She rode a speckled grey mare through the towering forests of grain, the flower's white petals lapping at her shoulder with every stride. Dirt furrows rose and fell like foothills, and the forest of grain never changed-

Until her head was nearly lopped off by a scythe.

I only went to see Zootopia because of the sloths... ...but I learned a pretty powerful writing lesson along the […]

Professor Lou Pole, possibly the greatest mind of his generation, had no business leaving his prestigious (and very high paying […]

  In a green, green meadow by the white, stark tundra, stood a bright, young girl beneath a spaceship's dark […]

Most writers learn by reading their favorite books. These books taught me how to write better - and not how you might think.