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 →
A Writer Watching – Solo: A Star Wars Story
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 →
Drafts – The Steelskins
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 →
Just Checking In: Welcome to 2019
It's a new year. A new chance to finally get the life I want. For me, 2019 feels almost like a last chance though; my internal gauge of Published Heat has officially dropped back down to 0, and if I get to 2020 without getting published again, it's probably going to spin down further, into... Continue Reading →
A Writer Watching: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power – Episodes 1 & 2
There were a bunch of times when I wanted to return--when I considered writing posts about whatever sparked my interest. But nothing really pushed me like She-Ra and the Princesses of Power did. Not because I’m an insane person who thinks the show is bad . . . . . . but because the angry, trolling... Continue Reading →
I’m Back
Hey, everyone. Like Castlevania’s Dracula, I have returned--once every 500 years to post for a month or two, until the urge to once again devote all of my time to my WIP’s, like a Belmont, whips me in the face. That metaphor just kept going. I apologize. Seriously, I've wanted to get back to my... Continue Reading →
Back on Hiatus
Hey, everyone. I'm going to keep this one short. First thing's first . . . I hated last week's post. I rushed through something I'd intended to be important and beautiful. While at the Met, I'd taken a bunch of pictures I intended to use in "The Emperor's Gun," explaining how much inspiration museums provide... Continue Reading →
Let’s Talk About: The Emperor’s Pistol
I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art this past Wednesday. It was the beginning of a new trend I've started of just getting out of the house. Maybe it's in celebration of finishing the edit of Memory. More likely, it's just an intense desire to be out having fun when I have the freedom to... Continue Reading →
The Plot, As It Is Now
Hi there. Apologies for this one being late, but I used my days off this week to hunker down and finish editing Memory: Shadow of the Lord Sun. I completed it on Tuesday, then had to work the rest of the week until today, so sacrifices were made. I'm still really happy about it though, because... Continue Reading →
Things Not Felt
I have a hard time with affection. I always have. I was just a kid when my father left, but before he did, he was still an asshole. I don't have a memory of him doing anything kind or saying anything nice. In my "best" memories of him, he just sat in the background, replying... Continue Reading →
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