It goes like this. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a writer. So that’s what I’ve done since I was a kid. Been a writer. Getting up early a majority of days to hit my desk, chasing down leads, and dreaming up ideas to pitch. There have been times when … Continue reading New Job, Who This?
A Group of One’s Own
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
A Year in my Freelancing Life
Today, Facebook told me that it had been a year since I started fully leaning into the freelancer’s life.
The Otherwise Fellowship Award and Clarion West
When I made the conscious choice and decision to be a writer, I looked at what opportunities that were out there for writers who wanted to do what I planned on doing and studied them to better prepare myself for the future I wanted.
2020 Writing Goals- March 15 update
Some of these I'm pretty much already part way through or have gotten a head start on in this last month so am on target to completing a lot of these goals. Here's to 2020 and the end to a decade.
Where the Truth Goes
'"If I don’t return, there’s no one left that would miss me, but please share this as widely as you can. We can’t let the truth die."' Flash story about a teen who goes in search of the truth.
Dry Drupe
"Zay signs off, switches terminals and servers. He is no longer V01D, serpent of the Red Vine, but is now 640ST, the unseen hand behind the destruction of the world." Flash fiction excerpt from my current WIP
The Beliefs Passed On
"When they find my body deposited on the shores of their desolation, they will not reject me this time." Micro story that explores the biases that are built into our future systems.
How the World Ended, How the World was Made
In the end, the sun chased the moon until it caught them in its fangs.
The Care and Keeping of Monsters
'After making sure they are still alone, Adrienne whispers, inching closer to Malcolm on the ledge. “One thing is for sure they are our children.”'









