Month: January 2013

I used one of my Free Days this week. Thursday night, the 24th, after having worked a full 10+ hour shift at the day job, […]

This is something of an art project. Not just the individual stories, but the overall effect, the end result, is a piece of art on […]

I started with the four elements, sisters, at the dawn of humanity and the things humanity brings with it. Among those things: the horsemen. Four […]

Another day, another story. Here’s a picture of the pen.

Writing early today. It’s a day off from the day job, and I have a photo shoot for the afternoon. Further, as a writer, I […]

Day 11 was about a boy and a subway and maps and subway stations at which the subway should not be stopping, and also about […]

I did not sleep well last night. I woke several times, shivering from unremembered dreams, anxious, afraid some alarm would go off any moment. For […]

Three words for the stories from three days: 7: Simone, blade, spells 8: youth, impressed, gifts 9: ceremony, grandfather, chocolate The Day Job keeps me […]

I’m going through ink. The Cross is on its third cartridge. (I will admit, one I killed before actually starting, because the pen deserved to […]