I am breaking in a moment from the draft I’m writing to the blog – who knows what I’ll do with Clementine? In fact, as the characters take over, become stronger and more “real” I have very little to

Clemmie ran through the woods to the creek. Spider webs wrapped across her face, stickers tore at her ankles. But worst of all, thick nasty blood oozed down her legs. Her grandma told her it would co

I am interrupting Clementine to tell you all I received an email from Cantara Christopher that Stephen Gyllenhaal's mother has passed away. I have never personally met Stephen face to face, but I inte

  Clementine took the chicken from the hot water so she could pluck the feathers. The pinfeathers were the hardest and she hated to pick out those, hated it since she was a girl. Thinking about stor

I’m interrupting Clementine for just a post here. What I came to tell you is the strange happenings. Any of you who have been here for a long time may remember the Shadow Man who visited me. I was a