DNA Jetsam and flotsam

Another day, another realization that my writing muse has decided to lock herself away somewhere and refuses to talk to me. So, I haven’t done much in the way of developing literature. Instead, I’ve watched way too many hours on the History of Knitting. I found it rather interesting that it could be traced back…

DNA test results

A post from the author. I’ve been having some medical issues that have been bothering me in the past few months. They’ve been around for a while, but it’s in that level where I’m done being irritated with it. So, a couple months ago I did the cheap version of a genetics test and got…

Lament of the Author

I’ve cut my soul into a thousand pieces And placed them in a thousand worlds That I might live a thousand lives And love a thousand times -Chapel Orahamm

What influences my writing?

Some people end up curious about where an author comes up with what they write. I’ve been told my writing is strange in no uncertain words. It’s been called ‘a-step-to-the-left’, ‘slipstream’, ‘undefinable’, ‘genre adjacent’, ‘not quite sure how to define it’. To me, they don’t quite feel all that different from other stories, but when…

From the Author

Hi, Sorry if it looks like I’m not posting as frequently as I was. I had five books that were completely finished. Those ones went up first, and I didn’t want to waste time scheduling them out for months. I had done that on my previous site, and one of my readers who came back…

Polaris Skies: Ch 30

Dallas went on forever. The suburbs started almost at the edge of the state line and made for a never nearing horizon. The group stayed to the highways and underpasses, persistently pressing south. Downtown was crowded with massive sweeping skyscrapers and squished together blocks of apartments and townhouses. For the most part, it was abandoned…

Polaris Skies: Ch 29

It was still early in the morning when Yeller emerged from the room with his pack. Sven followed behind him, his chest and shoulders wrapped carefully. The others had already laid out their packs and had shifted. Dietrich cocked his head at Yeller quizzically but didn’t press any question. Tereza’s Heat was still smothering. They…

Skull Dansuer: Ch 2

“You’re not joking. You’re seriously going to just leave me here?” I hissed between my teeth. Rowan and I stood in front of a pair of imposing doors. Laughter and the timbre of feet and music scratched along my nerve endings. “Priscilla hates my guts. Hate’s Quimer. Hate’s everything that isn’t flashy. She only barely…