This rhythm,
Is a rhyme,
But it can be broken,
Like right now. Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
What’s My Genre?
I don’t know what type of writer I am.
When I tell people I’m an author, you might guess what they assume. Science fiction. Always, always science fiction.
I guess I give off that vibe.
But it’s not what I always feel like writing. I quite enjoy technology and speculating about the future, but it’s not the genre that fills my head. Continue reading
Writer, Me
I’m a writer, and I somehow forget that a lot. Not in my day-to-day actions, because obviously I write a lot all the time. I’m doing it right now.
But I forget that I’m a professional writer. That it’s my job. That it’s how I make money and have been doing so for a long while now.
I forget that, among the people I know, I am the writer. That’s what people know me as in my town. It’s a label, a positive one, that just is there all the time when people talk to me. Continue reading
Organizing Needed
As insane as it may sound, I have been trying to keep tabs on all of what I do in my head. Every schedule, every little task, every long-term plan—I have little written down.
It’s all in my mind.
That has not been going too well… Continue reading
Tired Rambling
So, I have written hundreds of blog posts now, on so many topics. I have covered personal things, and funny things, and political things—sometimes it’s been a little random, honestly.
But today, as I type this out, I am not sure what I want to talk about in this post. I’m sure I could write about a bunch of things. I’ve been rather busy; no shortage of updates regarding my life. Continue reading
Sorry, Everyone
Hey everyone, sorry about how the articles have been lately. I’ve been posting a lot of poems and not a lot of big stuff—and I feel bad about that.
But the reason is really cool, so bear with me as I make my excuses.
I’ve been busy doing my author stuff. I’ve been learning to advertise and market—and seeing some profit from it. Continue reading
Poem: Mr. Click
Mr. Click,
Liked to eat sticks,
And then spit out the leaves.
He did this each day, Continue reading
Poem: This Poem Is Bad
This poem is bad,
And you should not read it,
This poem is bad,
And is not worth your time,
Continue readingPoem: Time Is Off
Oddly, now it did not seem,
Like I was waking from a dream,
I seemed to know upon open eye,
That I had slept multiple hours,
Continue readingPoem: The Tale of Mr. Bowl
Mr. Bowl,
Had in his head a hole,
And his friends would play with his brain.
And yes, it could hurt when in his skull it did roll,
Continue readingAn Entire Article About Keyboards
Noise level notwithstanding, I’ve learned to love the feel of a good mechanical keyboard. I was, until recently, one for laptops as my main way of writing—as my main way of working, actually. But a recent upgrade has made me see the appeal.
Continue readingPoem: Some More Numbers
Despite being one for artistic expression,
I am fond of systems,
Especially ones I design.
I can spend hours looking over information,
Continue readingPoem: Nutmeg
A spice upon the table,
Sitting where it be,
A taste of it will show you,
Where you’re meant to flee,
Continue readingRevisiting Old Books
I was a voracious reader growing up. I still am, but it has nothing on how fast I chewed through story after story when I was a kid. I would go to the library and easily fill a bag with twenty books, then finish three or four within a day or two.
And lately, I’ve reread some books from back then. The pulpy fun novels that got me into the stories I now write myself.
Continue readingPoem: Sweating Salt
Avoid the sun if you can,
It will bake us all if it could,
It beams down from on-high,
And slicks the sweat across our skin.
Continue reading
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