For fun, I thought I’d share my half of an email discussion with a friend (also an author). We were talking about publication. As you may have guessed, we talk about that sort of thing, Continue reading What’s a Creative to do with all this Delayed Gratification?
As I said in my last blog post (a rant, sorry about that), for a couple of months now, my mission has been to try to cut my contemporary hard fantasy novel, The Long Last Continue reading Unfinished Thoughts… On Publication
Her eyes are lidless, And the joy of life has left me: Those hesitant beats dinning in my ears come too late. Strands of her hair sway in the morning zephyrs ———And salted sunshine I, Continue reading Regret on the Morning After
No wonder people everywhere seem to be constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown when it’s our current position that we each have to bear the burden of cushioning ourselves against our own tender Continue reading Trigger me this, Trigger me that
The first post I wrote about my NaNo experience, which I’ve thrown out, didn’t convey any of the points I thought worth mentioning. None. I wanted to tell you about my nearly-finished story, what excites Continue reading NaNoWriMo – Impressions
This year I’m participating (informally) in NaNoWriMo. That’s in November, if you didn’t know. Which means today. Since I’m by nature a night owl, I’ve even put a cot in my office, just in case Continue reading Status Update: NaNoWriMo
At the earliest stages of attraction, certain impulses arise. We catch ourselves drawing nearer to the other. There’s this thrill. A hand brushes an upper arm, a knee might nudge a thigh under the table—there’s Continue reading Will You Have Me (as presented at my friends’ wedding)
The comparison of Trumpism to the rise of Nazism or any other nationalist movement is fair. But even as this presidency sinks more and more into troubled waters, we can’t assume that another “Trump” won’t Continue reading Concerning a Particular Political “Ism”
There’s a reason why we do the things we do. Grammar is a social convention, a sort of shared habit that fosters organized and precise thoughts… and lest we forget, the clear communication of those Continue reading Down with the Grammarian? Uh, no.
“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness to the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother