The Graveyard of Creative Endeavors
I have a friend — What? Yes, I’m antisocial to a fault, but there are an intrepid few who won’t take “No, we’re not friends” for an answer and so I allow them a temporary parking pass in designated areas within the friend zone. Now, may I continue with my post, please? Thank you. Anyhoo, […]
Read More Cult of SubtextualityMy secret selves have been wandering my memory palace of late, searching for an empty room in which to steal a bit of solitude for I sometimes need to swaddle my internal dialogue in silence when even the quietest place on earth can offer me no rest. You might have surmised correctly that I’ve been […]
Read More Vacancies, Vacancies Everywhere, Yet None of Them For MeFeeling a bit under the weather today, so instead of either skipping a week or tossing up some filler nonsense, I’ve decided to invite a guest blogger, who happens to be a character in one of my science fiction novellas. Sally forth and be kind to my guest bloggeringly writeful. — Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys My name […]
Read More I Am A Sentient Black Hole. Ask Me Anything.Hi, my name is Rhyan and I’m a movie addict. And an insomniac. Native New Yorker, born in Manhattan, raised in The Bronx, and because I inherited my mother’s transient nature, I’ve managed to live in each of the five boroughs. Poor as a skunk’s misery, a church mouse, Job, Lazarus, and dirt. Hell, I’m […]
Read More First Saturdays“You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.” ― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus There are […]
Read More A Rose by Any Other VoiceI’m a horrible planner, always have been, so it’ll come as no surprise that I don’t outline these posts beforehand. It’s all stream of consciousness writing, which is akin to jamming your grubby mitts into Forest Gump’s chocolate box and never knowing whatcha gonna wind up with. The idea for this abandoned post sorta-kinda stemmed […]
Read More The Island of Misfit Posts #3: Saturday Storytime Cellar“I’m not a liar. I just have a good memory for things that never happened.” ― J.T. Bock There’s a story I’m fond of telling, about a girl I met in a park during a blizzard. Sad fact of the matter is I don’t remember what she looked like. Not exactly. In my fading memory’s […]
Read More Memory Is The Liar That Whispers Fantastic Pasts In Our EarsAvailable: One writer. Slightly used. Warranty still good. Greying but no significant exterior dings, scratches, dents, or cracks. Unabashed nerd with sci-fi and creature feature tendencies. Proficient in Final Draft, Word, and Photoshop. Comes with subversive and wicked sense of humor. Able to subsist solely on Ramen noodles, chili, apple spice tea and ginger ale. […]
Read More Available: One writer. Slightly used.Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “A top ten 2013 list is so… December 2013,” but I didn’t realize I had this great idea until I swiped it from Lani-Lani-bo-Bani-Bonana-fanna-fo-Fani-Fee-fy-mo-Mani, sole proprietor of Life the Universe and Lani. Why roll out this blog post version of a best of clip show? Is it some […]
Read More Top Ten 2013 Mundanities I Didn’t Mind Being Mired InTins were a wonderful thing to me. They were a depository where the things a boy kept precious could be secreted away and tucked into the backs of closets or under loose floorboards. Mostly the contents of tins included stamps, coins, marbles, smooth and colorful stones and the bits of refuse that could viewed as […]
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