Spooky demons,
Big things in space,
Evil clowns,
I don’t know why these things are interesting to me— Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
Poem: Microfiction
Poem: Pity The Hat
Atop the cranium, it sits,
Thinking briskly of its life,
And what it might be there to do.
Surely, yes, some bald people are grateful, Continue reading
Microfiction: Secret World
“Where are you going?” he asked the girl.
She glanced back at him and rolled her eyes. “You won’t believe me if I tell you. Easier to show.”
“I mean, what happened back there with the—uh—”
“Malforms,” she instantly replied. Continue reading
What I’ve Been Up To For The Last Few Weeks
Sorry about how late this article is. I try to get them up in the morning, so my readers can see them, but this one is very overdue.
But this time I have an excuse!
And it’s an excuse in the form of another book!
For those that did not read my recent post, I wrote a book in nine days. Well, now I’ve published that book in about 20 days. Because of my irregular sleep patterns, I’m not sure if it is 20 or 21 days—but that’s not the point, is it?
No, the point is this: NEW BOOK!
Poem: Pea Soup
Never did like the vegetable,
But it’s not so bad once you begin,
The food is creamy,
And cooks well, Continue reading
I Wrote A Book in About 9 Days
I need to curb some excitement right off the bat because there are a lot of caveats to this. I did, yes, write a book in about 9 days, but there’s more to it than that.
So, first off, for those curious, I wrote the next book in what I am tentatively calling the “Actually Author Series.” They are my nonfiction books about the art of writing books and how to do it quickly. Continue reading
Microfiction: Dream of Tar
Every night I see a pit of bubbling black. It is a brief dream, and I am standing above it, looking down. It pops and the air escaping makes words in languages I’ve never heard. I spend each morning researching them, trying to understand what they mean. Continue reading
Microfiction: Magic For A New Era
With a slight chortle on her lips, she read the words. Then looked back up.
“That’s not a word; that’s not English.”
The deity lowered the glasses he wore for fashion only and cocked up an eyebrow. “Oh, do you think you know the reality of the situation? I was there when language was formed—I saw the very concept spring forth.”
“Still not English,” she said, crossing her arms. She took a sip from her tenth cup of coffee. Continue reading
Poem: Water Slide
Take a trip to the top of the slide,
Hold your breath,
Take a dive,
Spinning along the ceramic path, Continue reading
Microfiction: The Topical Cream
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
