The Sundered Sarcophagus – Part 2
Last night was a rough night at the keys. Most of my time sitting before them was spent on every single pursuit I could find that wasn’t writing. It’s often like that on the long and lonely evenings when there…
The Sundered Sarcophagus – Part 1
Boy howdy has it been awhile since I’ve done one of these! A blog post, dove-tailing oh-so-nicely into a story post?! Where do you think this is, The Unsheathed Quill or something!? On a more serious note, tonight was less…
Write the Weird and Wonderful Stories of Your Secret Heart
My favorite writing to date is a story I wrote about giant bears fighting robots. Yes, you read that sentence correctly. I wrote a story about bear/man hybrids battling against the ruins of humanity who piloted giant mechs in the…
Start Making Hay Now, Because the Sun Won’t Always be Shining
“Whan the sunne shinth make hay. Whiche is to say.Take time whan time cometh, lest time steale away.” …
Making Words From the Daily Grind
Life is tiny stretches of complete terror bookended by long stretches of unimaginable banality. How does any facet of our lives make sense? We climb into cars we hate to drive to a place we distinctly don’t wish to be,…
You need Train to Busan in Your Life
There are few things more beautiful than a genre movie which transcends its boundaries and defies all your expectations and preconceptions. I must admit, when Train to Busan slipped into my Netflix recommendations brandishing a ‘zombie outbreak’ descriptor, I instantly…