It’s true! I’ve just finished going through the editing and contract portions of getting my work published for the first time. The work is a 400-word essay called “Bloody Chrysalis,” to be published in the forthcoming resource guide, Trans Bodies, Trans Selves 2. I have to say that it was a major personal achievement for … More I’m Official!
I had a conversation with my therapist…oh, a couple years ago now. About perspective and reality; I question both. Deeply and frequently. As an author, I very often put my mind into places that technically don’t exist and I can stay there for days at a time. By the definition I learned back in college, … More The Psychotic Author
I recently took a vacation to southeastern Virginia. Williamsburg, to be precise. The July 4 weekend is my partner’s and my anniversary, and we decided we wanted to go do something. After a year and a half of being shuttered in the house thanks to COVID, we wanted out and to go have fun. We … More Just Like Me
Smear CampaignsCovert predators spread falsehoods to slander your reputation and degrade your credibility to others…They may gossip behind your back, slander you to their or your loved ones, create stories that depict you as the abuser while they play the victim, and claim that you engaged in the same behaviors that they are afraid you … More Gossip Grenade
I have long been a fan of text-based adventuring. At the (obvious) risk of showing my age, I remember when my next door neighbor brought home Infocom’s Infidel for his Atari 800 computer. We died…a lot. Our junior high had just purchased brand new Apple IIe computers, and another friend brought in what has become … More You Interact With Your Fiction?
So, I may have mentioned before that I play this game called Improbable Island. May have mentioned my character, Emwyn. (Pssst. I did. I really did. Use the archive. Make me feel good.) But this morning, I attempted something I’ve never done before: I wrote a poem while in character. It was a very interesting … More The Breaking
A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about the game we both play, the stories that we tell and leave behind for other players to see. Thanks for the seed, Kel. Words danceMulticolored hues of speech and thought and feelingGrains of sandIn the grand scheme of things I leave a markA temporary … More Like Glitter
Another minor miracle occurred today: I wrote song lyrics. Now, to me, it’s a poem with rhymy bits and a tempo I can hear in my head. It’s also a poem written in character again. I still don’t understand how this happens, but I’ll take the writing any way it comes to me. She sits … More When She Looks At Me
Castalia stood on the edge of the hole in the middle of the floor. Its ragged edges were characteristic of this rundown little shithole bar; broken ends of floorboards promised splinters for anyone stupid enough to slide along them. The hole itself was about five feet deep and had been wallowed out to an almost … More In Search Of A Friend
Feeding presented a specific sort of problem for Castalia. Ever since she’d downed that damnable potion (Honestly! She’d used it before, and the thing only lasted a few days. She was now going on a month of being a vampire and had no idea when it would wear off. Of if it would wear off … More In Search Of A Friend, Part 2
NOTE: This piece was originally intended to slot into the cryopunk world I was developing and displayed in my post “Too Many People.” Who knows? I still might. WARNING: This fragment is graphic. You’ve been warned. He didn’t know her name; he didn’t know any names of his horrors. But she was young and round … More Gruesome Fragment
