Fiction… Marshland Mixology 13 Feb 2023 For Collins, the humidity was the worst part. He’d dealt with hot before—you’d be surprised just how sweltering it could get at sea—but at sea there’s a breeze and salty…
Misc End of the Year Update 29 Dec 202228 Dec 2022 There are a couple cliches that always pervade this time of year. They are pervasive, perhaps, because they represent emotions that most of us are feeling: "How can it be…
Misc Oops! There Goes September… 5 Oct 20224 Oct 2022 My, how time flies. Morgan has come with me to do laundry over the last couple of weeks, so my attention was on her, rather than my work. It's a…
Misc Brief Check-In 14 Jun 2022 Sorry, dear WordPress readers, for the lack of substance this week! I was up WAY too late last night finally playing Borderlands 3 with my sister for the first ever…
Fun… Last Week’s Post Now Freely available! 24 May 2022 Last week, I posted an article which represents a return to travel writing as a format for me. It was patrons only for the first week of its existence, but…
Misc Dawn of a New Schedule 5 Apr 20224 Apr 2022 The new life is coming together! I sit here in a laundromat (for the first time in my life), finding myself grateful for something which I dreaded. Our new home…
Fiction… Preparation (TSWL Ch.15) 5 Nov 2021 Chapter 15 Preparation ←Previous Entry "I hate these offices with no windows. We might as well be underground," Kiva said with a huff as she took a chair opposite Tomas.…
Fiction… Planning (TSWL Ch.14 P.2) 23 Jul 20213 Nov 2021 Chapter 14 Part 2: Planning ←Prologue ←Previous Entry “First, I’ll need to know what other things you already farm up there.” They were back in Alo’s office from the previous…
Misc Where to Next? 9 Jul 2021 One of my favorite things about writing a new story is how it feels like exploration. In my head, an entire, very intricately complex world exists, and writing new content…
Fiction… Class With Collins (TSWL Ch.14 P.1) 2 Jul 2021 Chapter 14 Part 1: Class with Collins Tomas awoke the next morning to Kari finishing her stretches, a grey morning filtering through the window. Yawning, he swung his legs off…