Doable December: week two

So, you might notice something about my chart this week. See that?  I ventured into the "Other" category for two days!  Hopefully you'll see what happened those days.  It's a little side project that may or may not include this crappy picture I drew on my phone. If there's one thing I can say about... Continue Reading →

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Musical Musings.

So I've been doing a little experiment on Youtube. No, not my channel, though that could qualify. I'm talking about music, and how Youtube recommends new videos. I like to listen to music on Youtube while I write. It does a good job of mixing music I listen to frequently, and recommending new music I... Continue Reading →

A Good Old-Fashioned Holdup

Flint Calhoun was at the end of his rope. Literally, the ground was still at least five yards away. "Give me a little more!" Flint shouted, wincing at the inevitable crack in his voice. It would be easier to cope with apparently never-ending puberty if his parents hadn't insisted on such a stereotypically rough-and-tumble cowboy... Continue Reading →

My First Week of Doable December

I'll start this by saying I have no idea what you might find interesting in a weekly update of my creativity goals. So, I may or may not have accidentally turned my Youtube channel into a gaming channel for the first half of this past week. It was sort of unintentional, I learned a lot, completely... Continue Reading →

My Review of “Thornhill”

Thornhill by Pam Smy My rating: 5 of 5 stars ......this book. Man, this book. I picked it up because, on a casual flip through, it's visually stunning. The full spread illustrations (originally done in India ink I think?) are fantastic, and atmospheric, and are literally half the story. They tell the story of a... Continue Reading →

Aesthetic Overthinking

Days blur into nights, time a barely significant construct when faced with my need for creation. for sleep. for distraction from the slow unraveling of the universe. No, that's not quite right. It's not the universe that gives rise to feelings of inevitability. The universe is unchangeable. It's the up close and personal, the nebulous,... Continue Reading →

Writing Friends

The companionship of writers is a strange thing.   Writing is, at its core, a solitary experience.  You retreat into the recesses of your own mind, exploring characters and worlds that only exist because you never grew out of the imaginary friends phase put words on paper.  Most writers have little rituals they do every time... Continue Reading →

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