English. I speak it almost fluently and I’m a word nerd, but even I have a hard time […]
writing
I used to be funny. I mean funny ha-ha, but also funny queer. This post is about funny […]
Unless I become very inspired, this is most likely the last post of the year, but it might […]
I don’t need a huge mansion, a fancy sports car, expensive jewelry or a yacht. While I wouldn’t […]
This is not the first time in the last few weeks that I’ve sat staring at this: “Enter […]
Even before the love of my life died, I hated romance as this post from 2010 attests. This […]
You may have noticed that pretty much the only posts on this blog these days are either part […]
I’m tired of my story. I’m weary of carrying it around with me. I’ve been steeping in it […]
And it’s looking to kick ass and take names. I’m not sure what we’ll do with the names […]
Way back in the aught-aughts, when MySpace was still a thing and you were five years younger, I […]
Autobiographical fiction is the genre I’ve assigned for the short stories that I’ve written based on real events […]
Another week, another Weekly Writing Challenge where we are to talk about the origins of our writing. I’m […]
Well, it’s here. The last day of NaBloPoMo. And guess what? I WON! I beat that damn challenge […]
The problem with words is that I just don’t seem to have any these days. I haven’t written […]
Weekly Writing Challenge: Go back through your blog archives and find a bloated, nasty, air-filled paragraph. Copy it […]
In the book Stephen Hero, James Joyce’s titular character defines beauty and the artist’s comprehension of his/her own […]
Fish Of Gold 