This week has been a wet one. Monday there was hail from hell — seriously, it hailed for something like fifteen minutes. Usually when we
Submission Stats: So far in 2018 I’ve submitted fifteen pieces, of which four are still outstanding. I’ve collected ten form rejections and one personal rejection.
I really have nothing to say that I haven’t said already before. But that won’t stop me from saying it. I’m on a social media
A few years ago I attended a writers’ conference at Sac State. There were editors and agents present, and I got to meet with one
I believe in accountability, in goal-setting, and in a proper fusion of the two. To that end, I’m hereby putting out into the world my
I got nothing. But I hope to have something published and eligible for various awards by this time next year. Carry on.
Goddammit, Trump, 1984 was a warning, not an instruction manual. Neither was Brave New World. But just as people mistake Machiavelli’s The Prince as an instruction manual instead
Sigh. Despite walking at least 3,000 steps per day (far short of my goal of 5,000, granted), and despite writing down everything I’ve eaten, and
(The title is a reference to a Futurama episode. So there.) A few years ago, I created this. It’s an online SyFy original movie generator. It’s
Here I am, staring the half century mark in the face. Which of us will blink first? Anyway, I’m not actually freaking out about turning
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