I’m working on a horror novel with my 14-year-old, and it’s an upsetting patchwork when it comes to how many spaces go after the end of a sentence — I still use two; the kid uses one. And neither of us is showing any signs of folding.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’m working on a horror novel with my 14-year-old, and it’s an upsetting patchwork when it comes to how many spaces go after the end of a sentence — I still use two; the kid uses one. And neither of us is showing any signs of folding.