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…
Expect the Unexpected
Did you know that the rate of foreign body ingestion (FBI) by children under six has doubled in the last twenty years? Did you also know that boys are the most frequent culprits of such antics? If you’re wondering why…
You are the Time Lord of Your Manuscript
My story does not have a beginning. That did not stop me from writing the middle of it last night. I’d been working on the scene in my head for days now. It finally came together as I was working…
Scars Are Useful or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Faults.
There are times where I hate the person I used to be. I wake up some days and I’m filled with loathing for the snide pop-tart I was at 21. I seethe at my past self for being a kid…
Life at the Halfway Mark
My job gave me a shirt this week and it made me cry with happiness. The shirt itself is pretty blah and was not the source of my tears. No, it was the fact that when my boss called and…
If You Give a Tiny Human a Cookie.
As I dig into my childhood, scrounging for things to share with my tiny human, I’ve come to realize that rodent-themed stories were the cornerstone of my young entertainment suite. Between Redwall, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, The Secret…
Sirens In The Dark
Being a parent scares me. That isn’t much of a provocative statement: Parenting is terrifying by it’s very nature. Humans are born helpless drooping poop-machines hell-bent on trying to murder themselves with everything they can reach. Then, if you’re lucky,…
A Handhold From Disaster
This morning’s post went from routine exercise to full-blown crisis with alarming speed. Everything that I loathe about myself came home to roost, and the weight of all my failures smothered each new attempt to write. 2019 has been a…
Waiting For My Car
“Win or lose, star or not, you wait for your car with everyone else, and waiting for your car is a drag.” …
A Stroll Through the Desert.
Many moons ago, I read a snarky article on what was required to become an author. It state that to be an author you needed one of three things: To be famous for something else, to be rich, or to…
