Poem: Internet Is Down

When the internet is down,

We can’t connect,

To the infinite information,

The swirling of the net,

The cobwebs of our brains,

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Poem: No Internet

You don’t realize,

How much you need it,

Until the internet goes out—

And won’t come back,

No matter what you try.

Everything turns off—

Everything stops. Continue reading

An Introvert Artist’s Attempt At Being More Open With His Audience

Here’s my problem: I’m scared to be more personal. But, like any relationship, like any friendship, you must be open with people—or you will not get anywhere. And, being open, means being open to the possibility of pain. You can’t be emotionally hurt by people if you are not exposed enough to be loved.

And, well, blogging is not unlike that. I am, right now, doing what I am comfortable with. Sharing what of me I feel I can. And sending it out there for people to see.

But, with that said, I’m not super comfortable with this social media world we live in right now. I don’t mind sharing in person. I’m an open individual generally—were we to talk face-to-face—but I also know what a danger the internet can be. Continue reading

The Newest Fear For People

As a horror writer, I think about what scares people. And, in the new world we live in, the thing people seem most anxious about, if not outright terrified of, is technology.

And I think I have one big clue about why we get so worried, collectively, about machines. It’s the same reason we fear monsters and demons and ghosts.

Loss of control. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Scammy

The email looked legit.

Hello sir or madam, I am happy to inform you that you have made so many of billions of dollars. Due to a ridiculous series of tax laws and reformatting of the entire currency system, along with the rising of a dark sorcerer, you are set to receive seventeen billion dollars in the next week. We only need you to enter your bank account data to make the transaction complete. Continue reading

The Top Five Websites to Read (when you really should be writing)

The life of a writer is complex; to survive it, you need just the right mind for the job. Able to deal with all sorts of things that other jobs/hobbies/purposes of existence, simply do not need to. There is a reason why people think writers are crazy. Just a sampling of what we deal with includes:

  • Staring at a screen for an obscene amount of time, waiting for a single sentence to sound proper.
  • Trying to ignore characters voices when we are not actively writing about them.
  • Hand cramps, the likes of which the porn industry wishes it could invoke.
  • Crippling fear of failure. (“Oh god I have to work at McDonalds now”)
  • Crippling fear of success. (Success means live-readings, which by extension, means crowds)
  • The villains in your nightmares suddenly becoming people you invented. On purpose!
  • Getting bored of that one music playlists that you can listen to while writing.
  • The looming knowledge that computers might become advanced enough to make the written word obsolete.

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