I attended a vigil on June 5th. It was for Breonna Taylor, on her birthday. In the constantly evolving insanity that is this year, I can't post those pictures because the vigil turned into a march and all of my pictures show protesters' faces. For all the time I was there, it was peaceful, but... Continue Reading →
Damsel in Disguise: The Strong Female Object in Resident Evil 3: Remake & The Strong Female Damsel in Rogue One
Disclaimer: No, I'm not going to talk about current events. Maybe I'll reference them, but if you're anything like me, all you want right now is a distraction, so let's get right to it. I do not consider myself a righteous man. In brutal honesty, I am a straight man who grew up in the... Continue Reading →
There’s a Video Game Controller Out There, on That Roof
Disclaimer: I don't want to write about what's going on right now, because it's all anyone is talking about. As an American, I find it so difficult to watch the news that I can only take it in 5-minute bursts at the end and beginning of the day. So, if you were hoping for my... Continue Reading →
2019 – One of the Worst & Most Important Years of My Life
I had . . . plans for this year. Thinking back to January, I remember being bright-eyed with wonder and excitement about my creativity. I don't remember why. I'm not saying I lost my love for writing this year. I just got hit by life so hard that I genuinely don't remember why I was... Continue Reading →
The Mandalorian & the Exciting Use of Danger
Last week, I wrote a giant post that was highly critical of one writing habit. And I did so . . . after endeavoring to be more positive on this blog. I definitely don't want to delete that post, cause it's full of criticisms I stand by (I will always think it's bad when logic... Continue Reading →
Ladies and Gentlemen . . . We Have Fan Art
This is going to be a short one. But an extremely essential one. A month or so ago, a friend of a friend asked to read "Aixa the Hexcaster." It's a request I get pretty rarely, and I understand why: nothing is worse for a non-writer than reading a writer's work, finding out that it's... Continue Reading →
The Bailey Vow
Status Update: I have successfully moved. I'm still settling into my new home--trying, as I've been advised, to slow down and celebrate victories. But also trying to settle back into being productive. The Movepocalypse sidelined all of my creative endeavors for over a month. Well . . . except for this one post, which felt... Continue Reading →
Remembering
I don't do well without distractions. At this point in my life, being in a quiet room, without anything to do, ends horribly for me. Like characters in some of my older stories (vehicles for me to express the phenomenon), I start thinking of the many, many things that are going wrong in my life.... 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 →
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