An Ounce of Foresight is Worth a Pound of Exhaustion
I lost my story post last week due to an errant keystroke. One finger, pressed down at the wrong time over the wrong key, cost me hours of work and the sleep I sacrificed for it. Hundreds upon hundreds of…
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,…
When a Dream Becomes a Nightmare.
I have a secret to share with all of you: I have always wanted to be a streamer. Ever since Twitch was birthed into the cosmos, I have longed to participate. Is it to foster a community of like-minded souls…
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…
A Fistful of Hours
Five hours. For the majority of adults (per the Bureau of Labor Statistics 2017 report), you will have approximately 20% of any given day to spend on activities which are not work or sleep. On average, according to the report,…
A Bakery of Words
I write cupcakes. There’s no getting around it, the description fits: I write short fiction full of pop adventure, explosions, readily identifiable good guys and bad guys, and while my heroes don’t have it easy they always find the strength…
