As you can probably guess from the title up there, I can’t spell. Like, I can’t. I’m awful at it. If it weren’t for the wonders of spellcheck, this post would be riddled with various errors that I would never, ever notice. You’d be amazed how many people have tried to call me a moron… Continue reading My Inability to Spell Doesn’t Mean I’m Stupid
I’m one of those people who prepares for a flight like I’m getting ready for a weather emergency. Do I have water? At least one meal? Shoes that I can run in? Okay, I’m ready. In my teens I was once stuck on a train for fourteen hours, traveling up through Kyushu and Honshu to… Continue reading Airline Travel: Like Survivor, But More Stylish
Christmas is one of those days that echos, haunted by its past selves. The good, the bad, the fun, the lonely, they hover over our shoulders, taking notes. This is my third Christmas away from my family in Ohio. The first was spent in Japan. I was supposed to have a date Christmas day, but… Continue reading Ghosts of Christmases Past and Present
Being an author means meeting other authors in an actual way, like hanging out with them. On the internet. Usually Twitter.
Shut up, it’s real, it is real.
The lovely thing about working from home is that Christmas has not yet begun for me. Yes, you heard me right. It’s the middle of December, and it’s not yet Christmas.
When was the last time you saw real fear on someone’s face? How about pain? Shock? Rage-fueled fury? I’m not talking movies here, either, no, I mean real people displaying real emotions. When is the last time you saw something utterly raw? I see it plenty. See, I’m an MMA fan. MMA stands for mixed… Continue reading Blood Sports For the Gentle Soul
The writing community has this weird little thought process that goes like this: “If you think your writing is good, that means that you just don’t understand how bad it is.”
Guess what, world? I love my writing–and I don’t think it sucks at all.