As I’ve done a handful of times before, I decided to intersperse lyrics throughout my musings. Every italicized line is from the song “Jetpack” by the Flobots. I tried to keep each line relevant in some way (and in order), but If the non-sequitor nature of their inclusion makes it difficult to follow, just remove or ignore them.
Sing out loud.
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Validation. We've talked about this one before, but it's such a motivating factor, isn't it? I blame twitter/facebook a little for my reticence to put my thoughts out there in more complete form than tiny, cryptic snippets. The difference is the immediecy of the feedback, positive or negative. Even my longer-form communications are of a ( Read more... )

I must set some things in print.
As usual, I never know where to begin. I only know how these things end. No matter how far along my skill develops with the language; I have not reached my zenith. I cannot fathom the level of mastery it takes to have another take my words and, quivering with sickened loss or unreleased rage, shake their head, grit ( Read more... )

Insomnia is an interesting sort of motivator.   I am wracked with thoughts, delightfully coherent of late, and so I turn again to the keyboard.  It’s nostalgic, and more importantly, comfortable to convert anything to words more concrete than the utterances of normal discussion.

To describe the number of people who have asked after me as a handful ( Read more... )

The sun rose over the skyscrapers of Lathrin, golden rays pouring into a room filled with all the adornments of wealth one could ask for. As they crept over the sheets of a massive bed, their brightness caught the eyes of their slumbering occupant. Feeling the warmth of the morning encompass her, Nina stirred and shifted. Swinging her bare legs ( Read more... )

Remove the bullet from my head, extracting overconfidence.
I should not be writing this.
I can see the pictures on the floor. Sketches of what was there before.
I’m shaking. Nervous, scared. I am not the man you believe you know. I am a rotten bastard, a horrible amalgam of what you understand to be the elements of humanity personified. Of ( Read more... )

In the empty silence of the apartment, the sound of the door crashing open rung like a gunshot. Two bodies shoved through the opening. The first, a woman backpedalled quickly, nearly tripping over a stack of magazines and a scattering of electrical cords while her consort followed close behind. In the dim light cast from the hallway, he saw her ( Read more... )

My mind is a constant whirl of activity, a claim that is easier to make than to back up with solid production.  However, I am nothing if not practiced in the fine art of overpromise.  I have been thinking all day, indeed all weekend, about the sorts of things I would like to communicate: topics of genuine interest, ideas for further stories and ( Read more... )

It is astounding how much we learn and absorb from external sources and yet, in practical application, retail so little of our knowledge.  I find this morning, as I have among many others, that some of the most important lessons in life that I must integrate, I already know.

I know that I have learned these things because I can read what I have ( Read more... )

I think that coming up with the reasoning for and writing a description of someone transforming into another creature entirely that contains a great deal more mass, bones and musculature than its original incarnation has been my greatest challenge as a writer to date.

That’s kind of sad, I think.

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