Sonic Sunday: “You could be any man. You could be any woman. Just give me a sign…”

There’s always one in every writing project of mine. They often begin as a background character. An outline, a sketch of a person. Perhaps they’re mentioned in passing by a primary character. Perhaps someone passes them in a corridor and holds a brief exchange meant to steer the action. However they appear, what comes nextContinue reading “Sonic Sunday: “You could be any man. You could be any woman. Just give me a sign…””

Sonic Sunday: “By nightlights, the children pray…”

In 2016, I was confined to bed for medical reasons, forced to be still. Having no distractions, nothing else to do, I slid down a rabbit hole of true crime. It was easy to digest while prone in bed and weary. If my vision blurred, as it sometimes did, I could just listen to theContinue reading “Sonic Sunday: “By nightlights, the children pray…””

Sonic Sunday: “On days like this, you know who your friends are…”

In this new recurring feature, I’ll be spotlighting songs that are currently inspiring me, or feature on the writing playlists of my work. The history of the city I live in, and the complex dynamics between the LGBTQ+ community and police, is a topic best left to those far more eloquent and well-versed than I.Continue reading “Sonic Sunday: “On days like this, you know who your friends are…””