so…horror, or just horrible?
I’ve added my story, Every Leaf a Flower, to the website. I may put it up on medium, too. I originally wrote it for the redditwriters’ anthology, TL;DR: a Redditwriters Mixtape. I’m kind of...
I’ve added my story, Every Leaf a Flower, to the website. I may put it up on medium, too. I originally wrote it for the redditwriters’ anthology, TL;DR: a Redditwriters Mixtape. I’m kind of...
It’s been a while since my last post, but there has been quite a bit happening. Day job stuff. Holidays. Death. Sickness. Household repairs. Family stuff. More day job stuff. Editing and curating stuff....
Several weeks ago, a few of the people in my writers’ group decided to start putting our stuff up on Medium with the goals of improving our work, moving faster, and exploring the medium...
The Masters Review just informed me that my submitted flashfic piece did not make the cut. Alas. Anyway, I’ve posted it here for your reading pursuits. It’s a fast read, just under 800 words,...
Some words make me want to chew my own face off. The reasons may vary wildly, but usually the dislike is triggered by a noticeable uptick in usage. August 2018’s Worst Word is: IMPACTFUL...
Liza and the kids are in Ukraine for a few weeks; for various reasons, I didn’t go. But that’s not important right now. The cats have begun an armed insurrection. They refused all forms...
Practically every day, I pop my head into the kids’ rooms: “Going to the store. Need anything? Want to come with?” Sometimes it’s yes to both, sometimes barely a grunt of disinterest. But every...
Hanging out with my father today. He requested a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich for lunch. But first, he said, butter the bread. A lot. And then put on some bacon. Crisp. I laughed,...
Over the last several years I’ve become far too familiar with both the Dunning-Kruger Effect, the tendency of the not-so-capable to feel more capable than they should, and the Imposter Syndrome, the tendency of...
Katya and I went driving today. She’s getting better, but not ready for prime time. First adrenaline rush was when we came to a dead end (a true cul-de-sac, no bulbous turnaround space at...
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I’m a jaded software developer, married to a crazed Russian woman from Estonia, father to two scheming adopted kids from Ukraine, living in the middle of Indiana. So I write stories about that.