I’ve made some changes to the subscriber settings, and started a few blog style posting. Horror anthology stories are still being written, so I’ve got my newest poetry coming down the pipe. Hope to see you there!
I’ve made some changes to the subscriber settings, and started a few blog style posting. Horror anthology stories are still being written, so I’ve got my newest poetry coming down the pipe. Hope to see you there!
I’m taking a day to watch terrible Sasquatch movies and pretend I know what I’m doing with my life. So far, it’s going pretty well! What are y’all up to?
March 13, 2025 at 12:39 AM
I’m taking a day to watch terrible Sasquatch movies and pretend I know what I’m doing with my life. So far, it’s going pretty well! What are y’all up to?
Saturday is always a strange day for me. I work from home, so my “weekend” is pretty variable, but Saturday always feels like a day to reset myself. In that vein, I’ve been working on a new short story for one of my latest projects. I’ll post a teaser to my patreon!
February 1, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Saturday is always a strange day for me. I work from home, so my “weekend” is pretty variable, but Saturday always feels like a day to reset myself. In that vein, I’ve been working on a new short story for one of my latest projects. I’ll post a teaser to my patreon!
When working from home, do you stay at the desk and bust out your word per day, or do you piece meal your writing incrementally? I’ve been trying both methods. In college I would sit for hours and just write. Now, I don’t seem to have the creative stamina/discipline to do so. Thoughts?
January 29, 2025 at 3:20 PM
When working from home, do you stay at the desk and bust out your word per day, or do you piece meal your writing incrementally? I’ve been trying both methods. In college I would sit for hours and just write. Now, I don’t seem to have the creative stamina/discipline to do so. Thoughts?
Barabara eye contact: imagining the fine layer of silky dark hair smooth under my finger tips. I felt my nails digging into the supple skin, I felt the muscle apply resistance against the pressure of my ethereal touch. He moaned in my psyche, an illusion; his response to my phantom interaction.
January 25, 2025 at 5:31 PM
Barabara eye contact: imagining the fine layer of silky dark hair smooth under my finger tips. I felt my nails digging into the supple skin, I felt the muscle apply resistance against the pressure of my ethereal touch. He moaned in my psyche, an illusion; his response to my phantom interaction.
Once upon a time there was a boy. Courageous, curious, and unrefined, set himself upon the world a journey that he would be the best of men. He saw the world through the eyes of his forefathers, found his inability to understand the difference between what he was told was right, and what was wrong.
January 24, 2025 at 2:24 AM
Once upon a time there was a boy. Courageous, curious, and unrefined, set himself upon the world a journey that he would be the best of men. He saw the world through the eyes of his forefathers, found his inability to understand the difference between what he was told was right, and what was wrong.