Honestly, I would love to post something interesting and creative about writing. But it's been a long week, and I'm simply too tired for this. So here's some exhausted rambling: Every single person on this whole damn planet should have to work at least 6 months in the service industry. 3+ YEARS if you're going into "sales" or "marketing" for a specific corporation. (I will never forgive the guys who designed that CATASTROPHIC plumbing planogram for Ace Hardwares about eight/n

It is a fact universally acknowledged that your favorite quotes reveal a lot about yourself. Those soft, poetic lines that reveal your dreams. The more poignant sentiments that show your flavor of cynicism. Even the random bits of dialogue that will make sense to no one else, but tell everyone what your brand of humor is. They all intertwine in the tapestry of your personality. And it's beautiful. As a reader, I of course have a ton of quotes by favorite authors. (As a human

So, we all know how stories start, right? Something–a song, a book, a movie, a phrase, whathaveyou–triggers a scene. A thought. A 'what if?' question. And then you're off. There are people in your brain, voices in your head, and scenes amassing, begging to be written. So you write. Just a snippet here. A line there. Slowly piecing things together until you're sure you have enough to start with. Then you're off again to construct a whole story. I imagine that for short stories

Am I maybe, finally, hitting my stride when it comes to Demon Kin: The Lovers?? No. No, I absolutely am not. And I felt so confident when I first wrote that sentence. I was moving things along for the plot. Conflicts with other characters were about to be exacerbated. People were finally going to start dying. I was ready for it. Here for it. Thought I finally found my groove... Life sucks. Work sucks. This has been a shitty, shitty week. I want to fall into a hole and stay th

So I'm just stopping in to say that this has been a not good week. I've been very emotionally/physically burnt out in regards to work. Even the accomplishments I was proud of got overshadowed by the overall stress. Today has given me more stress and worry, so I'm not going to try to be cute and fun in this post. I'm still here. I'm still writing. I had ideas for what to post, and I'll probably start a draft of that, but right now this feels like yet one more thing on my plate