You may have noticed that pretty much the only posts on this blog these days are either part of a
I’m tired of my story. I’m weary of carrying it around with me. I’ve been steeping in it forever and
And it’s looking to kick ass and take names. I’m not sure what we’ll do with the names once we
Way back in the aught-aughts, when MySpace was still a thing and you were five years younger, I started a
Autobiographical fiction is the genre I’ve assigned for the short stories that I’ve written based on real events in my
Another week, another Weekly Writing Challenge, where we are to talk about the origins of our writing. I’m not feeling
Well, it’s here. The last day of NaBloPoMo. And guess what? I WON! I beat that damn challenge into the
The problem with words is that I just don’t seem to have any these days. I haven’t written a post
Weekly Writing Challenge: Go back through your blog archives and find a bloated, nasty, air-filled paragraph. Copy it in all
In the book Stephen Hero, James Joyce’s titular character defines beauty and the artist’s comprehension of his/her own art. Stephen
There are exactly five posts showing in my WordPress reader. I know y’all have written more than that. WTF, WP,
Daily Post prompt: If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?
Daily Post prompt: Write page three of your autobiography. No fair! I’ve already written my autobiography. It goes from birth
If you hadn’t noticed, I love prompts and writing challenges. I just started a new one that The Daily Post
Last time I was Freshly Pressed, I didn’t know about it until I was flooded with views, comments and likes.
Wallowing in my second NaNoWriMo failure, I decided on only the sixth day that I’m not a writer of novels.
I’m not really a Grammar Nazi. Alright, maybe I am a little, but it’s not like I go correcting people
I’m beginning to come to the conclusion that I’m just not a writer of novels. There is definitive proof that
I started off today with a bang. I I wrote over 1700 words straightaway. And then I read it, like
How in hell did that happen? Today is Halloween (which I had forgotten about), which means tomorrow is November, the
This week, The Daily Post told me to write something I normally do not write. (Why are they called The
Year In Review posts are so passé and trite and boring, Sidney. Boring. These are so, like, totally everywhere now, but