Poems, eh? Poems. And when I say they poured out of me, I quite literally mean it. I’m almost embarrassed to say how quickly this collection came to fruition. Why, though? Why miss horror writer are you writing poems? Why not? I...I guess I needed to pour my soul onto the page. Maybe, deep down, … Continue reading Why the Wet Water?
DO YOU ever think about that? There’s an exception, of course: novels presented as transcribed verbal storytelling, like Stephen King’s Dolores Claiborne. For the most part, though, all first-person protagonists are writers. That’s not to say the character necessarily identifies as a writer within the time frame of the story, but whatever they experienced in … Continue reading All First-Person Protagonists are Writers
THIS IS my take on how Game of Thrones should have ended. I call it The Light of the Seven, and it could have been achieved in the same number of episodes allotted to the past two weak, pathetic, first-draft-sounding seasons. Enjoy. We’re at the beginning of the big moment in what’s currently Season Eight, … Continue reading How Game of Thrones Should Have Ended: The Light of the Seven
Come, rest your head in my lap for a while. Tell me of your tiresome journeys and of your fearsome foes; tell me of a time long past, tell me of your woes. Tell me of the countless battles, the wars waged in your day, tell me of the wondrous happenings surprising you along the … Continue reading Rest Your Head in My Lap For a While
THREE DAYS ago, on my birthday, New York Times bestselling and Hugo Award-winning author John Scalzi agreed to follow me on Twitter, under one condition: I had to agree to bake a pie. It's called a Schadenfreude Pie, invented by John himself and to be eaten, according to him, "while you are reveling in the horrible misfortunes … Continue reading Pie for a Follow, John Scalzi?
I ran across this in my files having forgotten I wrote it. Don't know that I'll ever do anything with it, but it was fun to reencounter. It's definitely not complete and it might be awful but I'm sharing it anyway! (I don't know if the formatting will transfer properly but let's see.) All the … Continue reading All the Things I Did Today (poem for a children’s book)
Content warning: this story is about a man with early onset dementia. I'VE BEEN looking for something, and now I can't remember what it is—much less where I left it. I don't know why I can't remember, but I've been on the hunt for hours, in a state of mortal terror, as though my life … Continue reading I Don’t Know What I’m Looking For (flash fiction)