Serendipity Time

There are moments when writers just don’t think the same way as other people. I wound up–through an unexpected scheduling quirk–at work two hours early today. (We could discuss that. I’m really not sure if the mistake is mine or someone else’s. My schedule has been regular enough lately that I’ve gotten into the habit

Getting Back To Work

I’m fiddling around with ideas, right now. I have about five thousand words about my new characters, and I can’t say that adds up to a whole lot of scenes. Not complete ones, anyway. I haven’t really latched onto a central conflict, you see. There’s nothing wrong with the characters, themselves. I’m actually pretty proud

Out Offending the World

Some days, it seems like the least objectionable things you say are the most likely to get you blocked on Twitter. Tell someone their mother was a hamster, and their father smelled of elderberries, and all you get is a pause, usually followed by an LOL. Yeah, you’re right, man. But tell someone the sky

That Delusion I’m Human Strikes Again

My shitty day job called this afternoon. By which, what I mean is, less than twenty-four hours before I’m supposed to be at work tomorrow morning. Actually, scratch that. It was slightly less than twelve hours before I’m supposed to be at work. There are exactly two reasons people from work call me, and they

Rabbits, Fallen Trees, and Creeks

I went out again. A little more distance on the thing… I met a little friend along the way. I think there was a rabbit nest involved, because the rabbit seemed to be playing decoy. Here’s a fallen tree. Note how I have artfully cropped the bits with the chainsaw cuts out of the picture.

Thinking About Comic Books

For some reason, the idea that I should write a comic book is fluttering around in my head. Seems like an obvious choice, since I have absolutely no concept whatsoever of how to do that. Or what I would write about in a comic book… or … well… any other relevant topic. It seems like

Events and Newsletters

I got a newsletter from my not-so-local, independent bookstore today. I’m sure they have a mailing list of thousands, and honestly, it’s been a while since I dropped by this particular store. The newsletter was one specific event. Which is going to happen tomorrow, around one o’clock in the afternoon. So… uhm… less than twenty-four

I Love You, Fellow Genre Writers!

One of my main characters blew up a nun, the other day. I mentioned this on Twitter, of course. You have to say something when you’re procrastinating in the company of others. No one thought it was the slightest bit odd. ‘Cause that’s the way we roll on genre twitter. There was, of course, a

Getting Moving Again

I fought my way through enough exercise to make my Fitbit happy. This is an accomplishment on my days off, and next to nothing on the days I work. You see, at some point in my optimistic past, I decided that my goal should be somewhere “above average”–by which, what I mean is my average–and

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