best christmas gift ever
…oozing head cold. My mucus production has increased thousandfold; I should be able to lube up a medium-sized industrial nation at this point. No worries, I’m saving it all.
…oozing head cold. My mucus production has increased thousandfold; I should be able to lube up a medium-sized industrial nation at this point. No worries, I’m saving it all.
I made the mistake of rereading my story, Driving Lessons, after having left it alone for several months. Yeah. Smart. I found a few things that scream “what the hell were you thinking, first...
On twitter, another writer tagged me in a chainmeme with the question, “why do you write?” It’s not an easy question, the more you dig down. There are layers and layers. Like a frog....
I’m submitting my story, Venite Adoremus, to several literary magazine contests that end within the next several days. For the most part, I think my chances aren’t that great– I’m submitting essentially narrative memoir/story...
Glimmer Train Thank you so much for sending “Venite Adoremus.” This July/August 2017 Fiction Open drew an extraordinary batch of stories—the competition was tough. Your story didn’t place this time, but we enjoyed reading...
It’s the nature of the beast, but waiting three-plus months for your work to get through the slush pile is maddening. I’m ready to chew off my own kneecaps. While e-mail and automated submission...
Advice that I hate to hear, but…yeah. Dammit.
In the latest of the Pending Penfold Collection stories, a pig is involved. Catching a pig. It occurred to me that I do not know the correct way (TM) to catch a pig. But...
Pop wisdom tells us that one definition of insanity is continually repeating the same thing and expecting different results. On that note, I’m waiting for a rejection email so I can submit that story...
Time for writing has been a bit hard to come by of late, and the writing itself has been a bit strained when I finally get to it. Sustaining is hard. Work is hard....
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DISCLAIMER: Not really Heat Miser
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.