Don’t be scaredI’ve done this beforeShow me your teeth Lady Gaga, “Teeth” It’s a strange sensation to read a romance novel immediately upon finishing a horror novel. It lends a certain otherworldliness to the romance. Sentence structures are completely different, the point of a paragraph so at odds with each other. I keep waiting for … More Teeth
Like pleasure and a little painThe sacred and profaneIce and fire counteractLike black on black Heart, “Black On Black II” I’ve been a writer for a very long time. I can remember crafting stories all the way back to the age of four. I had few friends – I’ve always had few friends. That’s just … More Black On Black II: Changes
I haven’t written any cooperative stories in a while now. Back when I was still on Improbable Island, I was writing there as often as I could manage. Which turned out to be almost every day. As I’ve mentioned before, it was a transformative experience. Let me wax poetic a bit about it. I wasn’t … More Tables Turned
WARNING: This entry contains triggers. Hang on to your hats. In 2003 I had the opportunity to spend time in a facility dedicated to helping extreme cases of potential health hazards. This is a flowery way of saying I spent a week in-patient at a local “behavioral health hospital.” And another two weeks out-patient. I … More This One Is For The Black Hole
I’m a big fan of live chamber music: string quartets, violin and harpsichord sonatas, baroque symphonies. If you are at all interested in music, I highly recommend going to a performance. There are far worse ways to spend a few hours than giving a couple of bucks to a local musician (such performances are usually … More WWGWD?
Over the past twenty years or so, I’ve seen the growth of the phenomenon where authors and other creatives put several pages into their books, discussing the people whose works influenced them. When I was your age, you didn’t find a long “acknowledgements” section at the end of a book or an author’s introduction where … More Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants
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
[Total sidetracking: I grew up thinking the word above was spelled ‘spicket.’ Because that’s how my sire pronounced it. ‘Spic-ket,’ a hard consonant clipping. I found out I was wrong at the spelling bee in 7th grade. Heh. The two years I attempted the spelling bee, I got nailed on the first word. But I’ve … More Someone Left The Spigot On
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
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
The Painted Corner 