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The eyegrease phenomenon

I was reading through the blog of U.K. author Kit Whitfield (http://www.kitwhitfield.com/blog.html) whose debut book Benighted recently was released in the U.S. Benighted is the story of a woman who lives in a world similar to ours…except in her world, the majority of the human population is lycanthropic. Werewolves. The…

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The call of the cliche

I’m jittering like someone on their twentieth straight shot of espresso. I wonder if I eat this mini Snickers bar whether my heart will stop. Nope, still alive. But now I’m hearing maniacal laughter and I’m about 45% certain it’s not coming from me. Ok. It’s Halloween. The weird thing…

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Cry laughing

Let me give this blog a little focus. And by a little focus, I mean by telling a few (okay, a lot) of things I’d like this blog to eventually do, and therefore let folks know what to expect whenever you browse my way. I’m a bit of a trifecta,…

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The write spot

I’ve come to realize there are several elements in my apartment that drive me to distraction and detract from my attempts to write. The first is the internet. If I have something I need to get done, a story draft, whatever…sometimes it’s so bad I literally have to unplug my…

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Six words tell the tale

It’s early, but I ran across this while browsing Neil Gaiman’s site. Wired magazine had a number of writers try to compose stories of six words only. The results are…well…see for yourself. http://wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html My favorites are the ones by Ronald D. Moore, Orson Scott Card, and Richard Powers. Now I…

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Frankenwebsite

It’s always a challenge when one particular line in a story or poem just evades you. You grab for it, dig for it, beg for it. But no good. It sits up on the high rocks like the egg from an eagle’s nest and mocks you. Wait. Eagle eggs don’t…

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To my Muse

For some writers, their muse is something in their heads, nebulous, maybe in the misty form of some woman in a toga. Women in togas never really did anything for me, I’m afraid. My muse has always taken the form of a cat. Cats are rather arrogant creatures that manage…

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