Last time I talked about spurring creativity. Very helpful, regardless of your objective. (The article’s right here if you missed it.) So, following said advice, we’ve had a good creative soak. The ideas have congealed into an appealing mass. You start the work spinning said mass into something real. Then…
The popularity of Tom Hiddleston’s Loki character amuses me. Not for the acting (he does a fine job!), but for the attention it’s brought Loki. You probably knew this, but Loki didn’t start out as a Marvel villain. He’s an actual god from Norse/Viking mythology. Of what is he the…
“Mom, where did you get the recipe?!” I shouted into the phone. Panic edged the words and shook my fingers. That only made the fluttering in my chest grow. My eyes darted around the room. Scraping sounds came from behind the door. Silence came. Mom hadn’t picked up the call…
If you’re anything like me (I hope not) you’ve tried about a hundred tricks for spurring creativity. When you want to come up with the next brilliant idea, the next dazzling piece of artwork…and you end up blinking at a screen. I have to say, a live wire to the…
Yes, it’s true. I have a special surprise today, for you, my readers. No, it doesn’t involve trapdoors or exploding boxes. (If anyone knows where I can get those in bulk though…) I like to think people enjoy my books. Reviews tend to back that up, overall. If you have…
(With Answers, Even!) How old is ‘Silver Cane’? He’s in his mid-30s. Given his age, lanky frame, and having one of those long narrow faces like Andy Sixx (Black Veil Brides), people would likely label him a ‘punk rocker’ type if they saw him on the street. He doesn’t…
In olden days, far to the east, lived an emperor. He was fair, and just, and his people loved him. Yet something weighed upon him. He felt plagued by worry, every day. It ruined his sleep and clouded his thoughts. His advisors spoke of this among themselves. They wanted to…
Hello there, all you naughty children. This is Krampus, the Dark Spirit of Winter, St. Nicholas’ vengeful counterpart. So, you want to ask me a few questions, is that it? Be prepared, for the truth…is cold. “Are you the devil?” What, like Satan? No way. He can’t take the cold.…
Sannz stared down at the limb on the cutting board. The limb whose wrist he grasped in his own hand, with the other holding the chopping knife. It did look mostly human. Fingers, pinkish skin, a forearm leading down to an elbow. If you didn’t see the stump, of course.…
Let’s take a brief excursion into the Wrong Writer’s inner workings. Don’t worry, you won’t need a drink (or a lobotomy) after this. It’s relatively tame for me. I want to share a little about my motivations. While I appreciate the readers, the feedback, and the nice reviews on my…
