FOR DAWS TO PECK AT is Out!

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WIP: Boy, Is She Persistent

She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She
taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.

WIP: Notte Finds Peace

I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.

WIP: For Daws to Peck At

They did not grow old. They never knew illness. They could be injured, but they healed, and they never simply lingered. All this was why Jonathan made no sense.

WIP: For Daws to Peck At

Just a sample from a new story I’m working on. (Context? What’s that?) This was amazing food. All of it was amazing food, Gordon Ramsay worthy, and she had to remind herself not to swallow just in case she hadn’t caught the bad things. There were a lot of bad things. It wasn’t every other …

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Regaining Momentum

Writing after a dry period is really hard, but there’s no secret to getting back into it. There are only a few simple steps.

Learning From Those Who Came Before

We write our stories, and we do the best we can. For many of us, that means we write from perspective born of backgrounds we didn’t control, educations we weren’t aware were cheap, and information we didn’t know was dated.

Why Neil Gaiman?

I’m going to tell you precisely why I love Neil Gaiman’s work, and I’ll do it by breaking down one of my favorite short stories: THE PRICE.

Stop Thinking About Marketing

The reason we feel the need to hold baby creations up to some 30-year pro’s for comparison is because our culture teaches us to judge all art according to salability – but salability is not the point of art.

Unnamed Story With Gray: Snippet

That power. Lips could lie but power could not.

I was in a van with Robin Goodfellow
and some Shadow’s Breath rando, and I had no idea where we were headed.

Notte Snippet: The Word of a Friend

We carried stories from town to town, transmitting parables like pathogens, connecting people via the thin threads of empathy and imagination who would otherwise never meet.