Saturday is the perfect time to wander through the stacks (that’s librarian-speak for “bookshelves”) and talk about books and the people who write them. Pull up a comfy chair and settle in, because today I want to chat about a book from my childhood that fundamentally shaped who I am as a writer (and as a person): Norton Juster’s “The Phantom Tollbooth”.
This piece is dedicated to Stephanie Mullen-Sin (@mullen_sin), an artist in search of a muse, who became a muse of my own. I hope you enjoy it! Freedom is a funny thing, thought Stephanie, staring down at the type-filled pages in her daughter’s hands. She remembered when those rows of black figures looked to herContinue reading “Freedom”
I think all writers remember those few books that set them upon the path they currently tread. These are the books we read over and over again, from childhood, to adolescence, to adulthood. Most of us probably have our battered, worn copies of these beloved tomes on their bookshelves still, which our loving fingers occasionallyContinue reading “Inspiration – The Phantom Tollbooth and Indulging in Absurdity”