My Monster and Me He goes where I go. He sees what I see. Then he tells me to do things that just aren't me. I know what I ought to do. I know what would make me free. But my monster he sees things much differently.
Hey all, So I've been working on the Department for Mutated Persons this holiday week, and I know there hasn't been an update since Christmas Eve. Maybe you're chomping at the bit, or maybe you forgot about the Depart for whats-its. Either way, I've been working on Chapter 6, but also working on the end … Continue reading DMP Update (December 29, 2016)
So we filled our cups to the brim with hatred. And we cast ignorance upon you if you didn't agree. And with any misstep we wouldn't bury you, but you felt six feet under. We'd take your job, your reputation, and – if an apology was granted – your soul as well. And you would … Continue reading Our World Now
Current Word Count: 833 It's not even remotely respectable, but it is progress. I decided to jump ahead in my short story series to a climactic part because I had inspiration for it. I think it's important to take advantage when inspiration strikes, otherwise the ideas just float away. I know eventually I want my … Continue reading Day 03 – NaNoWriMo Writing the Climax
I make assumptions. I connect things together, regardless of the validity of such connection. Like when I was a boy, I try to put the circle peg in the round hole. But sometimes, I try to put the square peg in the round hole; just to see. Really, that's how I learn. I used to … Continue reading Assuming
If there is a muse, then there must surely be demonic forces that act as staunch forces against creativity. Whereas the muse comes with serendipitous gifts of ideation, the demons are there to muddy the water and steal. These waters are where confidence goes to be run through the mud. Who are you to think you … Continue reading Blocked
The dog was a mutt, with no clear ancestry to speak of. He was smiling in the dumb way all dogs do: mouth agape, tongue slung back and forth and bobbing. But one eye was happy and clear, while the other – still happy – was infected and compacted by swollen flesh. We packed our … Continue reading Your pain