Let’s Make: A Fantasy Alcohol

I'm sitting here with a rum and orange. Don't worry--I'm not drunk. Even though I don't drink often (or I don't think I do), I've settled into the habits of nursing drinks or spacing them out so long that I never get well and truly smashed anymore. Even if I've been drinking all day long. Oh,... Continue Reading →

Monday, AM #4 – ON / OFF

So, this is probably the last Monday, AM. The series just isn't doing well, which is fine--I'll take another day to post whatever I want (currently just Friday), but this weekday posting gig requires me to make new series all the time, so I'll have a few Monday standards figured out before long. In the meantime, let's... Continue Reading →

Muse Tuesday – Blood He Couldn’t Feel | Warframe

Welcome back to Muse Tuesday. This week, I'm doing a little fanfiction. If you haven't heard of Warframe, it's a sci-fi, free-to-play online shooter, the selling point of which is that you're an insanely powerful space ninja--one of many known as "Tenno." As such, you wear a selection of armors called Warframes that adhere to certain motifs... Continue Reading →

Monday, AM #3 – The PAX Rush

Welcome back, everyone. Another brief Monday, AM--made particularly short by the fact that my entire weekend was devoured by Breath of the Wild. I mean, I wrote and did a few other things, but when it came to going outside--catching Logan or Get Out, I passed. In my defense, I've always been a huge Zelda fan, so whatever. Sacrifices were... Continue Reading →

Fantasy Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

I'm writing this on the morning of March 3rd, 2017. Blessed with the day off, I woke up early to wait for my local Best Buy to open. Because then, and only then, can I go pick up The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Sitting here, waiting, I decided to at least start a series that I've... Continue Reading →

Gallery of Strangers – Tattoo Mom

People watching. It's an unfortunate part of being a writer. Not too socially disruptive, but still weird. At least it makes me feel weird, what with my guilty conscience. Still, it's essential. As writers, we have to watch people, listen closely to how they speak, what they say. Not because we're stalkers, but because we need... Continue Reading →

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