My heart yearns for crooked lines and rough textures. Let me see these again, for they are the true shapes of the world.
Writings
Uviceptor philoteratus | Flash Fiction
Flash fiction set in a modern fantasy world. A paleontologist examines a dinosaur fossil as her mind wanders through ancient memories.
On the Skull Nebula | Flash Fiction
Flash fiction featuring a skull nebula. Call-and-response discussion on the nebula, its purpose, and what is viewed therein.
The Water Cooler Explodes At The End | Nonsense Flash Fiction
This piece of flash fiction is about people chatting at a water cooler. It is total nonsense and therefore not worth reading. Really.
On Gift Returns and Entitlement – Where’s the Line?
The high volume of gift returns after the holidays is an indicator of gross entitlement in our society. Or is it?
Jumping Into Infinity | Flash Fiction
Flash fiction in which a mother and daughter visit a schoolyard. One looks backward while the other looks downward and upward.
Moon Silver Grotto | Fantasy Short Story
A story of a man who seeks a cure in a deep grotto. The locals call it the most blessed place in the world. Others would call it their grave.
The Term “Magic System” Bothers Me.
If your magic is governed by rules that look suspiciously like they came from a physics textbook, you don’t have magic. You have fantasy science.
Exist Like You Mean It.
But be relentlessly real wherever you are and whatever you are doing. Feel honestly. Think honestly. Act honestly.
Writing Update! Blogs, Editing, and Other Stuff
The book gets nearer completion, and that’s kind of it. This is information is relayed over the course of approximately 500 words.
Tides and Miracles
How do you turn a tide? You don’t, probably. You just wait for the turning of the tide. The best thing to do is just let it do what it wants.
The Man Who Broke Time | Flash Fiction
Bill found the time not to his liking, so he changed it. Several times. It got to the point where no one knew what time it was anymore.
The Destruction of Ancient Worlds
Consider the dread of its inhabitants as a massive cataclysmic force bears down upon them from the sky and strikes the ground.
Don’t Trust Spiders
Don’t trust spiders. Just don’t. They may look innocent, but their motives are completely inscrutable.
I Remember the Songs of the Stars | Flash Fiction
They sang many things through words that could only be comprehended by the yielding of one’s heart to the song.
Sailing Strange Waters
Shut your eyes, and set sail upon the strange waters beyond waking. Feel you the weaving of dreams by the moon magic.
You Cannot Soar Upon Wings of Dirt
Where your head turns, there will the rest of you follow. Stare not so long at dirt and dust, else that shall be your fate.
Corn and Flame
As fire turns the kernel inside out, so shall it reveal all things.
The Things Beyond the Pulp | Flash Fiction
He set his pen to the paper to trace letters he did not know, and through the ink crawled forth the strange things from beyond the pulp.
Do it. Now.
Do it. Now. You know what that is. Get going right now, and do it as poorly as possible.
On Reading and Being Read
Each mind is an island where only the scarcest forms of communication can be sent or received. As such, reading is weird.
On Fantasy and Escapism – What’s the Point?
Why fantasy? What’s the point? The point is there is no point at all, and that’s what makes it so very valuable.
Do not read this post.
Do not click on, navigate to, or allow your eyes to behold this blog post. It was not meant to be seen. Don’t see it!
Dream of the Midnight Train Conductor | Flash Fiction
Unfortunately, there aren’t actually any trains in this story. Which may be just as well if you don’t like trains.
Lay Aside Your Fear
Lay aside your fear, and trust it not. It does not serve you, for it tells you that you have no power. Instead, trust hope.
John and Clarence Get Stuck in an Elevator | Flash Fiction
When you get stuck in an elevator with your arch-nemesis, what’s the worst that can happen? Especially when your nemesis is named Clarence.
You Don’t Know, So Just Chill
I got something wrong about a Jurassic Park movie, so I’m likely wrong about many other things too. You’re probably wrong too. So chill.
The Daily Writing Practice – How It’s Going
I’ve been writing pretty much every weekday this year, and I’ve managed to learn a thing or two in the process. Also, I have a book coming!
The Tale of Telli Maple | Flash Fiction
A nice, perfectly innocent story about a girl and her favorite hobby – popping newt eyes between her fingers.
How to Actually Write Every Day – Reflections on Daily Writing
One of the keys to writing every day is to set out to create useless garbage. Takes the pressure off. Other things help too, of course.
There Is No “Chosen One” in D&D… Right? | TTRPG Tactics
There is no “Chosen One” in tabletop RPGs. Right? Right?! Okay, but what if there were? How would that work?
The Crowbar Principle of Game Design | TTRPG Tactics
How many uses are there for a crowbar? The only real limit is your imagination.
Fun with Freewrites! Again!
More freewritten nonsense! And this time with a dash of horror thrown in! What fun! Proceed with caution.
Don’t feed Rolos to dead people
After all, they really don’t have the strength to be chewing through nonsense like that.
The Hassle of Having Wings | Flash Fiction
Having a pair of enormous wings is really more trouble than it’s worth, and not only because you risk becoming a freak show attraction.
Fun With Freewrites!
Reading the results of stream-of-consciousness writing is not for the faint of heart or the serious of mind. You have been warned.
Armor Class Is Realistic | TTRPG Tactics
Some people modify armor class to make it more realistic. Truth is, AC actually does a fairly good job of simulating medieval combat as is.
Hit Points Are Meat Points | TTRPG Tactics
WotC would have you believe that hit points aren’t “meat points.” However, everything else about their system communicates otherwise.
Granularity ≠ Realism | TTRPG Tactics
Often, granularity is added to RPGs in the name of realism. However, realism isn’t the same as detail, nor is it even reliant upon it.
Blorp.
Blorp.