it’s a dark cocoon

I tend to believe (or maybe want to believe) that something greater than me delivers little messages to me all the time. Messages of warning, encouragement, anything really. It's magical thinking and it makes me happy. For the past week or so, I've felt my subconscious battling with something. I still have no idea what's … Continue reading it’s a dark cocoon →

some mornings

Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps. --Emo Philips I've had a string of days like the one beautifully described by Emo Philips, an old favorite. It's not necessarily anything external going on. The leather straps are internal obstacles that I haven't managed to work past yet. Things like old thought … Continue reading some mornings →

i’m a stranger to my inner writing sadist

What do you do when you want to write a short story but coddle your characters so much that even the antagonist/villain becomes a milquetoast and nothing ever happens in the story world? I think I understand a story's building blocks. I've read dozens of books on the subject. But applying that knowledge has been … Continue reading i’m a stranger to my inner writing sadist →