Dear P, It’s a strange world we find ourselves in, and growing stranger by the week. So much has happened since we last met face to face, and I can only assume that it’s been the same for you. It must be the same for everyone. Life has become a blur of the kitchen table, …
“Mama,” the little girl said. “Why do you always knock on the door frame when you come in?” Her mother set the little bundle of firewood on the floor, and turned to pull the door to the little cabin shut after her, shutting out the lashings of rain outside. “Just a moment, Tyriani,” her mother …
Continue reading Knock on Wood- Short Story for Horror Fans (Fast Read Time – 3 Min)
Sometimes work is collecting ideas, bringing dissonant and disparate thoughts together, arranging the fractures of different scenes into a somewhat orderly format. Nothing coming? That’s OK. That’s the craft sometimes. That’s more what it is than what people actually think that it is. See, there's an element to writing that relies on the idea taking …
Continue reading Writing Thoughts For Everyone #1 – Sharpening the Blade’s Edge
Here's an idea that’s been bouncing around my head lately. It’s one I’ve always known intuitively, but like all things, it had to strike with the hammer of personal experience before it could resonate with me. This one will be a little messy, a little incoherent perhaps, more of a musing and noting down a …
It is. I'm sure of it. It's tough as hell for me to sit at the keyboard for an hour if the most typing that I've done the previous week is filling out the delivery notes for the driver on UberEats ('The bell doesn't really work so you have to press it reallllly hard. Oh …
There's a lot made about routines. I make a big deal out of routines for myself, and have done a lot of tinkering with my own morning routine to get to the point where I have time to write before work. There are many different ways to go about it, and good books have been …
As soon as I wake up I feel it. At first it’s a strange discomfort, a disquiet, a confusion. It strikes me as a ringing sound leftover from a bad dream. But I had no dreams last night, and if I did they were so inconsequential that I didn’t remember even the most passing detail …
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