Whether you’re a regular person whose had their life turned upside down, or the brain of a race car driver in a robot body, sometimes things get weird...
The greatest thing about being a writer, to me, is the diversity of information I end up digging through when doing research. If I’m writing about cars, Roman centurions, or John Wilkes Booth’s family tree, I can pull up everything I need then and there because it’s all at my fingertips. The side effect of … Continue reading I Went Crazy Producing An Experimental Fiction Narrative, And All I Got Was This Blog Post
My car is dead. Long live my car. It is (was) a 2006 Volvo C70 convertible, and godDAMN did I love that thing, but as is the theme for the year, it went ahead and died on me. I am now back to being just another passenger of the public transportation clusterfuck known as Metro … Continue reading Wordslinger’s World – July 2018
As I write this, I also happen to be watching the final season of SyFy’s “12 Monkeys”, and I am sad to see it is ending after four seasons. In my eyes, it has risen through the ranks of time travel fiction and become a kind of index of time travel weirdness. If you would … Continue reading It’s About Time
I’ve spent the last week crafting my post for this blog, and it was only when I was editing and transcribing it from my notebook to my laptop did it hit me. This post is fucking boring. This is not what the point of this blog is. My first post was about my outlook on … Continue reading Rant: Throw Out The Post
We've all seen the bit: A school project that requires a team is assigned, a variety of things happen, but it ends up being one person who does the whole damn project. Nothing new, right? In fact, it's such a well known and commonplace situation, that I'd bet a good portion of you reading this … Continue reading Hell Is Other Artists: A Brief Word On Collaboration
So, let’s take this whole thing back a few weeks, to a time before I started this blog, and give you a better idea of what I do, what I’ve done, and what I plan on doing. Something to lend credence to my claims that I’m some kind of Wordslinger or another. Think of it … Continue reading Will Write For Smokes: A Few Words on What I Do
I woke up around 4AM today in the throes of a panic attack. Even now, if you were to see me, you could tell I’m visibly shaken. I had to tear the ring from my left index finger off because it felt like it was too tight, and if I had to suffer it being … Continue reading Rant: Panic in the Morning