Another Book of Days
You, Time, are who you are, but for me time is a measure I require. Hours and minutes, countless breaths taken, added until the day I watch my physical self Continue Reading →
ONTYRE PASSAGES: Fantasy is reality and lives find purpose.
You, Time, are who you are, but for me time is a measure I require. Hours and minutes, countless breaths taken, added until the day I watch my physical self Continue Reading →
Last week I talked about my journey from writing epic fantasy to fantasy steampunk, the focus more on soft science. Too, I shared my decision to incorporate the change into Continue Reading →
It isn’t what it seems, this place conjured of dreams, real in the mind, existing out of time, a place you can touch, not with luck, but with the part Continue Reading →
Santa Claws, eating every needle you see, drinking the milk, leaving hairballs beneath the tree. Santa Claws, placing a purr in every gift, shredding the paper, giving each ornament a Continue Reading →
What genre you write in isn’t as important as knowing what genre you write. Sounds like a joke, but actually I’m quite serious. I’ve had times when I had my Continue Reading →
Tinsel, lights, and snow, they’re touches of holiday magic, that much I know, but the touches I most keep near are love, hope, and gratitude, touches to hold dear, touches Continue Reading →
Could it be that aging has allowed me to slow down, to catch up with myself? A hand on my shoulder and a gentle turn. A moment of recognition as Continue Reading →
The year dwindles and we humans become reflective as holiday traditions and the last page on the calendar set us up for looking back. In some respects, my reflective mood Continue Reading →
Shrinking, wilting, pulled into a darkness that is withdrawing. Victim. Waiting, counting, trapped in days that end with cowering. Victim. Managed, ravaged, stuck with a label that says you’re damaged. Continue Reading →
Let me tell you about my people. Yeah, my people, the ones like me. So much like me that we’ve gathered around the world. We laugh and we cry, struggle Continue Reading →