Welcome to another installment in Megalomania Monday!
It’s a new week and drowning in anguish over my novel in progress and what people think of what I do here is a thing of the past… and probably also a thing of next week.
But for now, I have good news! And some bad news that works out as good news for you! Continue reading “I Like the Word Drabble”
Is it worth it?
I have days where I’m on top of the fucking world over my writing.
I feel unstoppable because of the sheer amount of shit I accomplish.
Other days, all of it seems so damned hopeless.
Continue reading “We Interrupt Your Regular Programming”
Writing Prompt Wednesday… kind of bland… It will do for now.
Maybe Write Shit Wednesday… OK. We’ll leave it. Doesn’t mean I have to keep it.
Continue reading “Writing Prompt Wednesday”
I’m a writer. Sure I am!
Look how much I’ve written for this shitty blood-stained blog!
I’m definitely a writer. I tell people as much on social media. I tweet the fuck out of that fact. I tweeted my nightmares to Joseph Gordon-Levitt!
Continue reading “Procrastination is a Dead Elephant”
For those of you who would like to see my Stories from Nyth in order, here is a list.
I’ll update this each time I write a new story that involves Nyth. Any other stories can found under the category Just Stories.
Continue reading “Chronology of Stories from Nyth”
Welcome, Dear Readers, to the first installment of Megalomania Monday, where the topic will be?
You guessed it!
Koala bears dismantling the human way of life, and quite possibly our bodies, via use of their psychic powers.
Continue reading “Megalomania Monday”
Written for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Friday: Luck.
Everything always seemed to work out for Luck. He was always so damned… lucky.
I don’t know how the other gods felt about it, but I hated him for it.
When you were Chaos, everything was so… unpredictable. I couldn’t stand not knowing how things would turn out. I wanted control.
Continue reading “Dumb Luck – Stories from Nyth”
We, my mother and I, had just climbed out of our little green Nissan.
We walked into the store. Its layout was unlike any place I had ever been. Not that it was particularly bizarre. Just noteworthy that it was foreign to me. I had expected some semblance of familiarity upon entering.
The walls were filled with things I didn’t recognize. The entire floor was bare except for a large (you could swim in it, though I would rather swim with sharks) wire bin in the middle of the store. Within it existed the only thing in the store I knew. I found no comfort in their familiarity.
Continue reading “Tidal Wave”
That’s right. Manifesto Monday on a Wednesday. That’s how far behind I am. I could change it to Manifesto Wednesday but that would sound stupid. I’m saving Wednesday for Writing Prompts.
Besides, I like it. Sounds like a D&D ripoff. Manifestos and Mondays. Sounds intimidating. I’d rather face a dragon than a Monday anytime.
Continue reading “Manifesto Monday”
I was running and I didn’t know why. It was dark. It was raining. I could only tell I was moving across grass because of its familiar feel beneath my feet.
Not by its wet crunch. I couldn’t hear that. Not because of the rain. I couldn’t hear that either. Sound was absent except for one.
Continue reading “Will I Have My Answer in the End?”