Posts by Mark Lopez

I once had a teacher tell me that I had a strong third eye, that I needed to manifest it more, make it sing, make it move. I didn’t understand what she meant but it was something that stuck with me. It propelled me. It did make me sing. It did make me move.

It’s bittersweet. I can still hear traces of characters’ voices chasing loose tides and billowing strands of hair through desert landscapes.

The worst was always having people miss the submission deadlines, and then calling and begging you to consider sending it to print anyway.

I’ve had to become okay with the fact that people die; thus, characters die.

I thought I could Kerouac it in one fell swoop, creating a masterpiece in the span of a couple days.