The door, it blocks my way. I can open but why would I do that? Outside is the other side. Outside is where I should go, but why? I can stay here. My mind running through arguments on why I should stay indoors. Outside feeling more intimidating. Indoors is safe, I know where I am. I can go out later. Anxiety building. The door a barrier, an immovable barrier.

I stay in.

Working on a Novel

A tiny excerpt from a novel I’m working on dealing with how academics are turning up gruesomly murdered. At the same time there is a group of terrorists campaigning around language rights. As dectectives hunt the killer it looks more and more like the evolution of language is the culprit.

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