I only make these blog posts when I’m procrastinating on other work I need to be doing. It’s a tough habit to break. Warning: this post is both long and a bummer. RIP The Results I was thrilled to see that I placed 8th overall in the final round. I was also very happy to […]
Disclaimer: This is a parody. It’s also a crossover. Fifty Shades of Grey The Most Dangerous Game All I can really say to explain this is that I’ve read Fifty Shades probably, I don’t know—four? five times?—for purposes of research for a podcast that was the whole reason I even made this blog in the […]
I’ve got little to say for this process, except that it all went by so fast, which kind of lends itself to what I ended up writing about. This started out as an idea for a horror story, but I started from the beginning and things just snowballed and I ended up on drawing on […]
Barely scraped by in third place in Round 2 of the NYC Midnight Short Story Competition, so I’m headed to Round 3. Between the start of April and today, I was offered a contract writing position and have been under pretty tight deadlines–all on TOP of my full-time day job–so this is an interesting week […]
Scroll past my preamble to read the story Fairy tales are a tough genre. Their demand for simplicity seems so restrictive, and it’s only made worse by the prompts and the word count restrictions. As an author, you want to delve into rich character detail and description, you want to run away with the flow […]
I can rarely get criticism. It’s not for lack of wanting; I just don’t have beta readers, I don’t have Twitter followers, I’m my own editor (and yeah, I know how bad that is). When I do get critiques on my work, I treat “don’t defend it” as best policy. Who doesn’t love staying silent […]
This is my first year entering the NYC Midnight Short Story Competition. I had literally never heard of such a thing until Friday, January 18th, about twelve hours before registration closed. I gave it a whole ten minutes of thought and entered, because I’m addicted to the natural high of low odds and instant regret. […]
“Do you write, like, fanfiction?” Few things make my blood run cold like a question like that asked IRL, let alone volleyed across the table from one of my coworkers as others filed in the conference room for a staff meeting. I felt my face turn red and decided to just lean into the embarrassment. […]
