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 – Gwin, the Red Markison

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 →

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 →

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 →

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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