“Things sometimes get transcendent bad, purple prose can transform into ultra violet.” That was one of the more fascinating observations during a well attended Saturday morning panel on Description in…Continue readingWhen purple prose goes bad
So, then. Let us start at the beginning. After waking up at oh-dark-hundred, there I was at the Bellingham station ready to take the 8:32 Amtrak train to Portland. The…Continue readingOrycon time…