...at the old homestead. Hard to find a quiet moment.
Spoiler Warning: I try to avoid the worst spoilers, but as one of those weirdos who doesn't care about spoilers I can easily miss them. Assume there are spoilers! (Also, this appeared about a week ago on my Patreon page -- become a patron and you'll get to read my posts early, too -- and... Continue Reading →
...is to hold it open with your toe so both your hands are free. Antics and toe courtesy of my middle son, 6 year old Victor, who now often reads the bedtime stories for his little brother Cuinn.
...because the nature of short stories, for me, demands slow consumption (I wonder if that's why I almost always write them slow, too. Putting them down halfway through for days or even longer before finishing them. Hmmmm). I don't mean short stories are automagically HALLELUJAH THE CLOUDS PART AND A RAY OF EPIPHANY TRANSFIXES MY... Continue Reading →
https://twitter.com/hamspamtymaam/status/323574233953341441 https://twitter.com/Tao23/status/729972077709668353 Perfectionism kills writers... because it kills stories. If you let it, it will drive you to editing and proofreading and reworking and expanding and cutting without end and you'll never finish a damn thing. Overcompensate by rushing work out and you'll rush out lousy stories that don't make sense and are shot... Continue Reading →