Apply directly to the head, the bottle instructed. It will cure what ails you. Continue reading
Sprinting To Amazement
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I write fast as it is. That’s a brag—I think I earned it. I’ve written more than a million words and I’m still in my twenties. That’s probably worth some credit.
But even I was not prepared for how effective writing sprints are for me.
Like, these things are absurd. Continue reading
Poem: The World of The Disease
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The world is now asleep.
Resting,
It sometimes feels like,
Dormant,
It feels like. Continue reading
Poem: Publishing Is Hard
It takes quite a while,
And is never easy,
This publishing thing,
It is a struggle. Continue reading
Poem: What Can Be Done With Words
I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
Are You Actually Going To Write A Book Or Just Talk About It?
When you’re a writer, and you tell people that you are, you end up getting a lot of people asking questions about it.
And when you tell them that you’ve written, like, 20 novels/novellas, you get the obvious question:
How did you do it?
Well, here’s how I did it, in book form:
Poem: Good
Poem: Fight Scenes
I write, right?
For combat is my story—
I feel you can tell a lot,
When your characters are in fury, Continue reading
Poem: The Run
I miss the feeling of my body soaring along,
With the push of my feet,
I once could outrun,
Even slow cars, Continue reading
Poem: Fire, Flame, and Heat
Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
Rising—
Crinkling—
Sucking dry, Continue reading
Practice Is Not A Loss
I’ve done many things that didn’t seem to be relevant at the time, or later felt obsolete in the face of new circumstances. But, in a positive spin of an article, I have something simple to say regarding this.
The actions we do towards a goal are not a loss. There is no way to know what skills we develop and acquire will allow us to make something grand in the future. Continue reading
Poem: God-Like
I’m Scared To Write A New Book
Let’s talk about my writing history here. I don’t mean it as a brag, not much anyway. It’s just context, and it’s interesting context.
I spent about 2 years writing like a madman. A book a month or so. Massive, massive amounts of content. I kept it going even through some pretty intense exhaustion, and I don’t regret that.
But there came a day when I was working on a book and I wasn’t exactly blocked, I was just…off. I felt tired of it, unwilling, though not unable, to write another book. The stories I already created, that only I had seen, felt like they were staring at me with menace. Like they were angry with me for letting them rot and gather dust. Continue reading
Poem: New Device
The Constant Hunger
For those that have not been reading my blog long enough to know, I used to be rather overweight. One of my most read articles ever was me talking about my life while being overweight and how I felt after losing a lot of pounds.
But what I never talked about was something odd that’s been a big part of my life for the longest time. I’m sure it had something to do with my weight being so unhealthy as a child, but, even in a healthier place now, it’s not stopped.
And that’s my absurd hunger. Continue reading
