by L. Santiago
Two weeks ago was my birthday. I got Super Mario 3D All-Stars and Breath of the Wild, both from my mom who, in my adult life, has become my go-to dealer for my Switch habit. Seriously, my Switch and all of my games have been gifts from her. So, A) thanks, mom, and B) to... Continue Reading →
Star Wars: Squadrons just came out. That was the impetus for this post. I mean, I've felt like I needed to talk about what I think of as "the Responsibility of the Writer" for a while now, but Squadrons triggered me. Because, based on promo videos, I thought it was another Star Wars game that... Continue Reading →
It turns out the board game I've been working on is very similar to a game that already exists, called Nemesis. They aren't identical, which is the great thing; I spent so much time over the last few years working on my game, Voidsong, that I'd be legitimately depressed if it was accidentally identical to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I decided to watch a comic book movie to try and wind down, escape the news. By the end, I was so incredibly angry that I hopped on here and wrote a monster post about that movie--how I couldn't help seeing it in a really, really bad light. It was one of those cases... Continue Reading →
Elise was mid-joke when the flaming bolt raged out of the dark. She and Gwin were in a temple ruin underground, so you had to expect that sort of thing, but the townsfolk had hired them to investigate increased seismic activity, not to fight-- "Wizards?" "I fucking hate wizards," Gwin said. He was still covering... Continue Reading →
My process has always been manic. It's 2010 and I'm a plotter, 'cause that's obviously the way to go! My first novel was a mess even though I outlined it, but that's only true because I wasn't thorough enough. "Thorough in what way?" you ask? Why, thorough with my characters' micro-expressions, of course! This new... Continue Reading →
It's been over two years since I did the first "Writer Watching" for She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. While rereading it, I had a bunch of nervous laugh moments whenever I'd said shit like, "I'll talk about that next time!" Yeah, I have no idea what "that" was. What I do know is that... Continue Reading →
The other wayfarers were eyeing Gwin, all of them shameless about it. Not just because he was the only Avian waiting in the mayor's antechamber, but because he was a Red Markison. There were over a hundred races of Avian across the world, with far more visual distinctions than human races. Dramatic differences in crests,... Continue Reading →
I made the mistake of watching Ant-Man and the Wasp a few weeks ago. Which sucks, because, had I not watched it, that movie could still be whatever I'd imagined. It could have, for example, been the awesome heist film I was imagining, heavily involving the Quantum Realm in an effort to rescue Janet Van... Continue Reading →
Musa almost walked into them. Coming out of Lucky's, pulling his coat tight against the cloud-dimmed afternoon, he didn't notice the steelskins until there were six of them, in varying degrees of contrapposto. Only one of them eyed Musa--a stern look through a dented visor, promising there were no answers to be had here. The... Continue Reading →
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