Creative Blog : The Writing Journey
The past few months have been, well let’s put it nicely, bathing in the fires of Satan’s hot tub would have felt wonderful. We bought a car—the dealer tried to hide a faulty engine. Four conventions in a row were phenomenally bad. Artists and authors walked out of one early.
What happens when you see Krampus and Belsnickel running around? You don’t run and hide. You jump with glee. They attended 3 Rivers Comicon over the weekend. As far as I know, these holiday antagonists hurt no children. As always, we met some great people, reconnected with others, and even
Our next convention stop was Steel City Con in Monroeville, Pittsburgh. The convention was a blast! We met tons of readers, vendors, and made many friends. This time, my anxiety levels were minimal. The most distressing portion of the convention was the arrival. We were forced to show up a
My first experience at Wizard World Cleveland as a vendor was exceptional! Going into the event, I was anxious. So anxious that I barely completed anything over five days. The anxiety rattled my gut as armies of dwarves mined my intestines, triggering shock waves. Those vibrations reverberated through my body.
In What the  is a Megalania? The Idea Journal, I discussed gathering ideas for stories. I’ve also talked about the process Terry Brooks uses for sitting with ideas. What happens when I put these ideas to use? The world splits open. Time and space become one. Up is down,
Tharmit the marmot beared no resemblance to a marmot. The stocky dwarf walked into the gas station, shoving a frail human to the side. His bulky armor clanged through the aisle. Passing an end cap full of chips, the battle-axe hanging at his side caught the edges, tearing the bags
Kevin jumped into the air, swinging his leg in a perfect roundhouse kick. He boxed an invisible, imaginary specter, a memory of his friends standing in front of him. As he calmed himself with a slow breathing exercise, he turned to the darkened room with a light hanging from a
Inspired by Sarah, wand maker & friend of witchy things Creaking chains screeched against metal as the wind blew. Everyone thought they were safe, even Sarah. Despite being into witchy things, Sarah never expected the malicious creature to raise its head from underneath. A few days ago, it reached out
My friend needed a pick me up, so asked her favorite animal, trait, and item. She picked self-aware, flashlight, and leopard. Then this happened… 🙂 Laura, with her self-aware mind, knew something wasn’t right. She turned around in the thick jungle as evil crashed through the dense foliage. Reaching to