A public reaming of myself, and Overwatch, and our relationship

Boy, when I said Blizzard and Overwatch were out to ruin my life, I both did and didn't realize how much I wasn't joking. My primary hobby since my youth has been video gaming. Whenever I have some time to burn, I return to it. Historically this hasn't been a huge issue in that it … Continue reading A public reaming of myself, and Overwatch, and our relationship

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Blake and Mona #A – The first part, probably also the climax

All writings will be posted in the order I wrote them. I wrote this piece in September 2017. Method to post is: Write by hand using Noodler's Apache Sunset in a Mont Blanc fountain pen I bought myself (on credit) while in the UK after college (just to make sure it was as expensive as … Continue reading Blake and Mona #A – The first part, probably also the climax

New project for 2018: Untitled fiction project about Blake and Mona

Hi all, I don't really expect anyone to be reading this blog after a 9 year hiatus, more or less, but I'm going to try and get started again. When I originally started this blog, I was using it as a means of staying creative during the summer holiday of my MFA program. Left to … Continue reading New project for 2018: Untitled fiction project about Blake and Mona

Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: Birth of the recorder; Rewrite second half of first scene first- to third-person

The eldest woke up in rain. It had washed the mud from him and shriveled his skin, but no wind blew and he learned some summer comfort. From his rock, he looked out on the world, and it was all rolling waves of mud. The waves washed over the rock, dirtying him and his home, … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: Birth of the recorder; Rewrite second half of first scene first- to third-person

Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: The tower of babble

The aggressor called out: “Go into the fields, and grab the first stone you see larger than your fist, and bring it back here. Together, we shall build a mighty thing, a home that will not leak in rain or bluster in the wind! Together we shall make something permanent, something to keep, something that’s ours!” … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150802 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start, cont’d: The tower of babble

Sunday writing 20150726 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start

Mud. Mud and its earthy fragrance was all I knew for the first minute of life. I breathed in deep, relishing breath. I had never experienced it before. Nobody had, and mine was the first body. The caked on dirt kept my eyes closed, but I could breathe and smell, and I filled my lungs … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150726 (#BayWriteClub): A (second) fantastical start

Sunday writing 20150714 (#BayWriteClub): A fantastical start

Precepts: Engage a sense of fun. ** “I’m just saying violence doesn’t solve everything.” “How can you say that! You’re a mercenary?” “So?” “You solve with violence for a living!” “Yeah, well—” “Yeah, well! What you eat for breakfast, who your friends are, who you fuck, all solved through violence.” “Well, there are factors.” “Factors?” … Continue reading Sunday writing 20150714 (#BayWriteClub): A fantastical start