I swim through dreams, foggy and dense, shift awake, shift back to bed, restless and cold; And it is black in the time between day and rest.
The world as Marshall McCarthy saw it one morning, in years bygone.
Writer Marshall McCarthy’s reflections on winter …
The world had gone white sometime overnight; I could barely see the road ahead. Wipers were useless, as were the other two in the car with me, who had begged me to drive them home.
When I was a child, there was a man in my life that taught me about integrity, honour and basic human decency. He taught me that a man’s greatest strength was his word and his ability, his determination, to live by it. As a child being raised by a single mother, I found in this […]
For any aspiring author, there seems to be one piece of advice that is repeated over and over again. Write, even when you’re not inspired.
Guest author Marshall McCarthy discusses how objectivity in fiction can allow the reader to form their own opinion, as opposed to being force fed that of the writer’s.