Cue the haunting intro music! This week I finally finished Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Written in 1897 by the Irish Stoker, this novel fueled so much of the culture we see today that even without reading the book, most know the story. Continue reading Saturday of Book Reviewing – Dracula
4,000 words written Thursday night. That’s about my only accomplishment this week, but I’ll take it. To put that in perspective, I wrote 6,800 words (exactly, strangely enough) for the entire week. Continue reading Friday Write-Day: Impatience begets Churning Out Words
Even when I’m running from you
You’re still my true north.
I wish I didn’t have to resort
To fleeing this way, over and over –
Instinctual endeavor, fruitless effort. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #79 – North
Back in December, I wrote about my haphazard process for finding a cover designer for WoEM, and how it ended up working out. Well, the design process did not play out in the way I hoped… Continue reading How to Find A (New) Cover Designer (because the first one fell through)
How can you tolerate it?
Not seek revenge?
It Never Happened
… Continue reading Misplaced Missive #84 – Forgiveness
Cousins and friends meet,
mingling until they’ve melded,
an extended clan.
“…Madness is the emergency exit…”
I think part of being a good writer is being a good reader. And a part of being a good reader means reading a plethora of different medias and styles and genres. Also: Batman is the uberawesome. Hence, another random review of something I recently read! Continue reading Saturday of (Comic) Book Reviewing – Batman: The Killing Joke
I’ve had a severe lack of motivation all week, hence the non-title card for this post.
I was going to write a piece about how the sense of failure in one aspect of life can trickle down and impact other parts of your life. But that seems crass in the wake of Chris Cornell’s death. Continue reading Friday Write-Day: A Very Strange Week
Lifting others with his heavy heart
Too soon to say goodbye
Too late to thank for his art Continue reading ‘No One Sings Like You Anymore’
I watch the shadows dance,
As real as pretend can be.
The ties that bind hold me steady,
The illusion of security, of stability. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #74 – Plato’s Cave