Sometimes, the easiest way to write is to stop thinking about it and let the lizard brain take over ( Read more... )

you were there for me ( Read more... )

I think we've lost the idea of a shared reality. We can no longer rely on a bedrock of events-that-happened to connect us with those within proximity. Instead, our reality has been displaced by an opinionated log assembled through virtual means and having no real basis in physical reality ( Read more... )

I needed to buy a gift for Valentine's Day. Picking a gift every year gets more and more difficult. The old chocolate and roses just won't cut it. It shows a distinct lack of imagination, forethought, and initiative. That's what my self-help book told me ( Read more... )

"Honey? Honey, wake up ( Read more... )

A Christmas Story from Bizzaro Land ( Read more... )

You know what? That's it. I'm putting my foot down. I've been avoiding writing for far too long. Writing isn't a rock. It's not something that you can leave alone, untouched and trust that it will weather through years of neglect. Writing is a muscle and, if you don't use it, you lose it. It atrophies like the brain of a shriveled, sedentary rat. ( Read more... )

Why is so much science fiction about space? I mean I like spaceships as much as the next guy but so much crap about the cosmos seems to turn the entire subject into... the mundane. Why not skip right to it then and deliberately write about the mundane? I think we all know what I'm getting at here. Let's write science fiction about toilets ( Read more... )

So what you're saying is Scott Baio rules the multiverse? That's crazy ( Read more... )

It all started downhill when I grew that beard. Those hairy fibrous tendrils attached to my chin. Like some sort of strange chitinous plants that flex and bend on their own. The fabled "beard shimmer" - more of a shudder, really. I swear to you it's got a mind of its own. And it grew overnight ( Read more... )