Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.
Constant Scribbler is like the Ra’s al Ghul to my Batman. It’s been resurrected so many times it’s starting to lose its mind.
You know that scene in Godfather 3? Where I’ve stopped countless times, but it keeps drawing me back in.
Here’s the thing – Constant Scribbler will turn 10 next year. A decade of words flung out into this oddball community on the web.
Back to school
Plus, I love sharing writing challenges, prompts and flash fiction sprints with this oddball community of other crazies writers on