A Writer’s Nook

I always wanted to be the kind of writer that had a big oak desk to write upon. Perhaps keep it in a dimly lit room that smelled of leather, and had the gentle sound of a ticking clock--a metronome, tick-tock-ticking with each syllable I type out on an ancient typewriter. Sadly, that is not…

Speculative Basement:

Apologies for not having an edition of Speculative Basement last week, but I was a bit busy. I was in that hazy faze in which nothing but that one thing you are focusing on can get through to you. And for me that one thing was getting married! Laura and I tied the knot in a small,…

The Speculative Basement:

Through the Wardrobe C.S. Lewis and Lewis Carroll. I always got the two confused when I was younger, with the Lewis's and the "C" names ... but they actually had more in common than just slightly similar names. First off, they both wrote fantasy stories that were geared towards children ... and they were both…

Winning Flash Fiction Story!

I must admit that hosting a flash fiction contest was a bit stressful. First, there was the fear that no one would submit stories ... then the fear that there would be a bunch of stories, and I would be blind by the end of the week. Thankfully, there was a happy median, and here I sit…

Sally Ember–*CHANGES*, Conversations between Authors

I was really nervous taking part in *CHANGES* with Sally Ember this morning. I had never done anything close to a live show, whether it be a television, internet, or radio program. There's always that fear that you'll say or do something unforgiveable and that it would be caught in the moment and preserved for…

Temelephas is Plodding On!

  After years of writing and editing ... banging my head against a wall and editing some more, Plod On, Sleepless Giant exists. It is no longer a dream, or a figment of my imagination, lurking in the back of my mind. It's a real book that I can hold in my hands, which I…

Unwanted Guest

I have recently acquired an unwanted guest. They're obnoxious and rowdy, and they have made me miserable. It's a little voice that lurks in the back of mind, telling me that my book will fail in every way possible. It's hard to ignore this little voice, especially as the days crawl by since I queried…

Playing the Waiting Game

I'm at that moment in time--the severely frustrating moment--where I am dangling in limbo, awaiting word from a literary agent. I know patience is a virtue, but anyone that knows me would be quick to tell you that 'patience' is on a long list of virtues that I don't employ. I hate waiting ... always…