Tears Of Joy

I am marking this day in my calendar. Today is the day that I officially declare the first draft of Fixit to be done. My first (completed) novel. I think I’m in shock. I know I’m crying, and they’re tears of joy. What a relief! Proof positive at long last that I can embark on … More Tears Of Joy

Define:Fiction

As I was taking my lunch break today, I sat my phone up on the table and went over to YouTube. I do that a lot when I’m on lunch break. I’ll tune in to any one of a number of streams, but today’s was an old favorite: Primitive Builders. You know them, right? They … More Define:Fiction

Sour Worms

I always feel a little odd when a character I’m writing ‘speaks’ to me. The sad part about having dissociative episodes (thanks to my good ol’ PTSD) is that I tend to look at such characters askance. I sure as hell overanalyze them and it takes a while for me to let go long enough … More Sour Worms

Too Many Threads

I have a problem. It may require some kind of treatment or therapy, I’m not sure. But it eats at me, absorbing my energies, burning my time, and holding my attention. Every time I think I’m free of it, it hits me again. No matter if it’s 4 a.m. or in the middle of my … More Too Many Threads

A Life Less Lived

Sometimes, the Internet is a painful place. Actually, it isn’t the ‘net’s fault for holding onto things I’d forgotten about. But it hurts all the same. I’d like to tell you the story, since it’s fairly complicated. About twenty years ago (so this is way before I transitioned), I was in graduate school. It was … More A Life Less Lived

Gruesome Fragment

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