And the Walls Come Tumbling Down

And the Walls Come Tumbling Down

I’m an hour and a half from home, and I’m not thinking kind thoughts about the people sitting around me. They breathe funny. I nearly hate them. I don’t know them, but I am certain they are wretched souls. This happens to me when I leave. It happened...
And the Walls Come Tumbling Down

Kill Your Darlings

That, up there, the title of this post, is indisputably wise counsel from an indisputably wise writer. We just aren’t sure which wise writer, exactly. Most say William Faulkner, and some say Mark Twain. And some say nobody ever really said it at all. Whoever...