Answering Writing-Related Questions in the Attic by Jeremy C. Shipp

Picture me in a rocking chair in the attic, sipping tea from a cracked mug, surrounded by decrepit mannequins with spider clusters for eyes. Shadows jig merrily on the walls. As I sip the ectoplasmic tea, I experience the memories of ghosts, but I won’t let that distract me. I have a job to do. Read More …