Hey! Long time, no post! So what am I up to? Oh, you know. Just graduating from grad school. Getting my Master’s degree, NBD. Today, in fact! (Why am I posting right now? Why not? I don’t have homework anymore.) Also! I just hit the “publish” button on Amazon for a new flash fiction collection! If you came here from my mailing list, the first story is right there in your email! If you didn’t… what are you doing? Go…
The slap of my boots against worn concrete echoes hollowly in the too-silent hotel stairwell. The quiet means the fans are out, and if the fans are out the gases they keep to the lower floors will rise and kill everything they blanket—and dead guests are bad for business. There are few enough as is. Worse, on the seventh floor I find sparking wires where the alarms should be. If some asshole’s gonna tamper with one of the few habitable…
I have one! I also updated things to be GDPR-compliant (I hope). You can sign up over on the sidebar, or on the popup that has probably appeared by the time you’re reading this, or RIGHT HERE AT THE END OF THIS POST because wow, I can embed these things! Didn’t know that! I don’t have any signup incentives YET, but if you sign up now you’ll still get whatever it ends up being. 🙂 In writing news, I do…
The island birds squawked of an intruder, and the Witch of Gull Rock creaked up out of her chair with a sigh. “It’ll be another seal,” she muttered aloud as she wrenched the door of her lonely shanty open and hobbled carefully down the stone stairs to the rocky beach below. “Or perhaps a beached whale, hm?” A child, after all, would be too much to hope for, but she always checked, in case the gods chose to smile upon…
I really hate coming up with titles for these things. Anyway, I went to my five-year high school reunion yesterday. Sadly, only seven others from my year showed up–this is slightly less pathetic knowing my class had thirty-nine kids total. …Still kind of pathetic, though. 🙁 That said, there were only maybe thirty people there total anyway. The school was established the year before I was born; there are less than 700 alumni at all. It’s a teeny tiny school. It…
I got into a fourth zine. :O This is exciting, but also kind of stressful. Fortunately the due dates for this one don’t overlap so much with the other three… I was actually rejected from this one initially, but I must have just barely not made the cut, because when someone dropped out they contacted me. Like most of the zines I’m in, the word count they’re looking for is pretty low, at least. They want 1-1.2k words, which is…
I’m still super excited about this. I’ll probably be taking classes in this or that for the rest of my life; I love learning new things. I’m still so happy I got in. That said, it’s probably not too surprising I did; class registration was the other day, and the required introductory class is capped at 19 with 9 spots still remaining. Granted not everyone in the program may have registered yet, and admission is still open until August, but seniors…
“I can grant you what you seek,” the demon tells me, “but you must give me something in return.” Well, duh. But I suppose not every summoner can be expected to have actually done their research. You’d think they would, but I’ve spent enough time in customer service to know people are idiots. (Not that software QA is any better.) “My firstborn,” I offer. Traditional, and I’m not planning on having kids anyway. Ha. The demon grins, and I think…
I may have forgotten I have a blog. Well, exciting news: I’m goin’ to grad school! I’ll be starting a Master of Science program in Game Design in the fall. So that’s pretty exciting. Very exciting. I am extremely excited. Otherwise… well, I finished a big project this month. It was fanfiction but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s over 127k words long, and therefore the longest thing I’ve ever written (the two other novels I remember the lengths of…
It’s been a rough couple weeks. Feel like I oughta write something anyway. Christmas… barely even happened this year. I mean, it happened, we opened presents and everything (I got a lot of socks), but no one was really feeling it. A cousin of mine died about a week beforehand so it just didn’t feel right to make merry. The funeral was the day before Christmas Eve, on my sister’s birthday. On a happier note, I’ve been to see Rogue…