I’m Important In My Dreams, or, Why I Write

I remember lots of my dreams. Last night, I dreamed that I was a zombie hunter. I had a partner, and together we killed zombies left and right. But then I was bit – and you know what happened? I could still think, could still feel. I’d been killing creatures that still possessed rational thought. … Continue reading

Oh Writing Gods, Why oh Why Must I Use Twitter?

I can’t figure it out. I don’t understand it. Even when it’s explained, it goes in one ear and out the other. Or in one eyeball and out the other, since, you know I’ve been reading how-to’s for the last four hours. I just updated my Twitter page. I think. I haven’t “tweeted” since October … Continue reading

In Which There Are New Ideas Brewing

She came to me two days ago. She was unusually beautiful – covered in tattoos and possessing a devil-may-care attitude, she woke me up early in the morning and let me know she’d arrived. Her name is Violet. She knows who she is, or at least it appears to everyone around her that she does. … Continue reading

My Writer’s Dilemma, or ARGH!

I will not name names. I will not assign blame. All I can do is work on making my own writing better and hope that someday I will be afforded the same treatment as those less than professional writers who are inexplicably published not just once, but several times. Okay, screw it. I admit, I’m … Continue reading