It’s one of those “writing is haaarrrrd” days. So I’ll blog a little. The Interstitial Novella, which is approaching 20k words and probably has about 20k more to go, has reached the plow point — the point where the run-up momentum has spent itself and you now have to work out the work: the mass
Snow ice cream wants just eagle brand And I’ve got eagle brand on hand And I’d rather not walk to the store Bringing tracks from my boots on the floor There’s an 8-inch cake of snow on my car (And my right windshield wiper blade won’t come about) And things being how they are, The
It’s so hard to get on Twitter without being overwhelmed by Appalling Things, but I do wind up picking at the margins of current topics when my friends talk about them, and then they get into the bloodstream of my thoughts and I wind up producing a personal podcast (like a personal pan pizza, consumed
Apparently Sunday blogging didn’t happen yesterday. Instead, I had some needed downtime, in which the most strenuous thing I did was to draft a map of the island country featured in Ryswyck, to show to an artist I would commission to draw it properly for the book. I would show it here, but a) there’s
One of these days, I keep thinking, I’m going to write one of my snarky posts for this blog; I mean, it’s not like I don’t have anything to be salty about. But today is not that day. The approach of Christmas is always one of those prismatic times, where we touch the meridians of
Once, watching a friend create a delicious meal in her kitchen, I observed a distinction that I had often had in mind about creative endeavors: that there is a difference between a person’s art and their craft. Craft, as I feign it, is a thing you can learn, become enthusiastic about, even take to a
Stars, keep the watch. When night is dimOne more light the bowl shall brim,Shining beyond the frosty weather,Bright as sun and moon together.People, look east and sing today:Love, the star, is on the way. Even though I’ve been blogging on various platforms on and off for close to twenty years, it’s been a while since
So, I appear to have a new author website: a genuwyne, public-facing, on-purpose address on these here Internets. Because I also appear to have gone into business for myself, as a purveyor of words that I wrote. Writers, as a rule, aren’t inherently attracted to public-facing, on-purpose entrepreneurship, especially when it comes to words they’ve
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