ANNIE DIKE AUTHOR
A little book talk. A little life talk.
A lot of messy human questions.
YOUR TAKE
THE CURRENT QUESTION
Your move.
Current Question
Everything you've ever lost is inside.
The sentimental things. The stupid things. The irreplaceable things.
Maybe even a few things you're better off without.
Do you open it?
Give Us Your Take → Read the Box email →The best stories usually leave us with more questions than answers. So every few weeks, I toss one of those questions your way.
Sometimes it comes from Clovis. Sometimes from something I've watched, read, overheard, survived, or spent entirely too much time thinking about.
You tell me what you think. Then I come back with the results, my own two cents, and—always—another question.
THEN THINGS GOT A LITTLE WEIRD
Then we moved on to a question inspired by an endlessly determined coyote, one spectacularly unreliable company, and the very human habit of believing the next attempt will finally be the one.
When do you keep going because something matters—and when is life practically dropping an anvil on your head trying to tell you to change direction?
Apparently we have opinions about this.
Read the Wile email →
ONE OF THE FIRST QUESTIONS
One of our first Clovis Club conversations started with Margo and one of those wonderfully slippery words we all think we understand until somebody asks us to define it.
Is a family dysfunctional because they're messy? Because they hurt each other? Because they love each other badly? Or does every family get at least a little weird once you look closely enough?
Basically: light reading. 😄
Read the Margo email →SO, WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
Because the interesting part of a story isn't always what happens on the page.
It's what happens afterward—when you're still thinking about the character who made the terrible choice, the family that loves each other badly, the dream that refuses to die, or the box you absolutely know you shouldn't open.
That's the stuff I love writing about. Complicated people. Messy families. Bad decisions. Good intentions. The strange little questions that follow us around long after the story supposedly ends.
Come for the books.
Stay for the messy human questions.
