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
Take a trip to the top of the slide,
Hold your breath,
Take a dive,
Spinning along the ceramic path, Continue reading
Apply directly to the head, the bottle instructed. It will cure what ails you. Continue reading
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
The world is now asleep.
Resting,
It sometimes feels like,
Dormant,
It feels like. Continue reading
It takes quite a while,
And is never easy,
This publishing thing,
It is a struggle. Continue reading
I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
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:
I write, right?
For combat is my story—
I feel you can tell a lot,
When your characters are in fury, Continue reading
I miss the feeling of my body soaring along,
With the push of my feet,
I once could outrun,
Even slow cars, Continue reading
Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
Rising—
Crinkling—
Sucking dry, Continue reading
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
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
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