My short story "Sitting in an Unmarked Room" has been published at MicroHorror.com. Woot!
Been busy. School started up again, and I've been working on producing/directing my web series. I've also been writing quite a bit. Yeah. How've you all been?
Been busy. School started up again, and I've been working on producing/directing my web series. I've also been writing quite a bit. Yeah. How've you all been?
So, I'm producing a web series. Sigh Morosely.
"A girl, convinced that nothing interesting ever happens to her, takes a job at a mysterious coffee shop, only to become unwittingly involved with vampires, aliens, werewolves, necromancers, and ninjas."
"A girl, convinced that nothing interesting ever happens to her, takes a job at a mysterious coffee shop, only to become unwittingly involved with vampires, aliens, werewolves, necromancers, and ninjas."
Poetry time:
The thing—
To touch the young in places three-fold.
To know,
To hold,
To grasp—
To offer a singular peace with the tip of the tongue gently applied to the fairest tip of the most erect nipple.
Yearn.
The thing—
To touch the young in places three-fold.
To know,
To hold,
To grasp—
To offer a singular peace with the tip of the tongue gently applied to the fairest tip of the most erect nipple.
Yearn.
So, on top of everything else (meaning school and two novels), my girlfriend, some friends and I have created an art collective to collaborate on web art/comics, performance art, fine art, video art, and films (short and feature). Wooo.
No, I don't sleep. Why do you ask?
Anyway, I give to you The Dead Kitten Collective (or the place holder for our website). Whatever.
No, I don't sleep. Why do you ask?
Anyway, I give to you The Dead Kitten Collective (or the place holder for our website). Whatever.
So last week, I finished the initial draft of my second novel. Thus, added to the fact that I found the complete disks containing my first novel about a month ago, I started the Summer with nothing and am finishing it with two novels.
Not bad, I think.
I'm also developing a new project that we're keeping on the QT. Added to two novels, and the fact that grad school starts up again in a month, I'm going to be a little busy. In a good way.
Not bad, I think.
I'm also developing a new project that we're keeping on the QT. Added to two novels, and the fact that grad school starts up again in a month, I'm going to be a little busy. In a good way.
To be honest, my head is absolutely spinning.
This morning's find: Disks containing working copies of my first novel, thought lost for over 10 yrs. Word count: 179400.
Holy fucking crap!
This morning's find: Disks containing working copies of my first novel, thought lost for over 10 yrs. Word count: 179400.
Holy fucking crap!
Really short update from Liber Dementia:
Having seen the world through so many eyes, it took Karen only a moment to recognize the danger she was in. Psychic since early childhood, she had trained herself not to invade the thoughts, minds, worlds of others. Still, over the years, she’d found herself behind so many different eyes—usually before she could catch herself—that she had learned the many variations of the Reality around her.
Nothing seemed to take her by surprise any more. This was good, especially when you consider the thing that was now bounding down the narrow, dark, decay-painted hallway behind her.
Karen spun, reached out with her mind, grasped the thing charging at her, and squeezed. The thing slowed, gasped, shattered. She felt it thump to the dirty floor, causing something that had been collected in the hallway long ago to crash. In the dim light, she could see neither the thing nor the object it had so unceremoniously knocked over.
She took a deep breath and turned back to continue down the hall.
Having seen the world through so many eyes, it took Karen only a moment to recognize the danger she was in. Psychic since early childhood, she had trained herself not to invade the thoughts, minds, worlds of others. Still, over the years, she’d found herself behind so many different eyes—usually before she could catch herself—that she had learned the many variations of the Reality around her.
Nothing seemed to take her by surprise any more. This was good, especially when you consider the thing that was now bounding down the narrow, dark, decay-painted hallway behind her.
Karen spun, reached out with her mind, grasped the thing charging at her, and squeezed. The thing slowed, gasped, shattered. She felt it thump to the dirty floor, causing something that had been collected in the hallway long ago to crash. In the dim light, she could see neither the thing nor the object it had so unceremoniously knocked over.
She took a deep breath and turned back to continue down the hall.
Just returned to the house after the five-ish day mandatory evacuation. The place is fine, just a little smokey and ashy. Really only going to take minimal cleaning.
The fire, however, burned to about 200 feet from the house.
Sheesh.
The fire, however, burned to about 200 feet from the house.
Sheesh.
The last several weeks have been so incredibly busy. Sheesh. Subsequently, this entry is merely an attempt at moving on form the last one. Not much else.
Still, if you're interested, I've started a little High Fantasy serial that takes place in my D&D campaign world--I started writing it in order to prepare for running a campaign over the summer. The main characters are characters I've been writing about for years (just never really got them out to the general public). Still, it's great fun--I think, anyway.
Lach-Roemar Pt. 1
Lach-Roemar Pt. 2
Lach-Roemar Pt. 3
Still, if you're interested, I've started a little High Fantasy serial that takes place in my D&D campaign world--I started writing it in order to prepare for running a campaign over the summer. The main characters are characters I've been writing about for years (just never really got them out to the general public). Still, it's great fun--I think, anyway.
Lach-Roemar Pt. 1
Lach-Roemar Pt. 2
Lach-Roemar Pt. 3
