I am a self confessed adrenaline junkie. I love to be physical and literally throw myself into whatever it is I'm doing in the most explosive way. However, it isn't just for the thrill of it, or the rush, It is for the experience and the mastery of it. When I was nothing but a... Continue Reading →
Saturday saw me write this definitive text...and I got to say I am trepeditiously pleased. A little over a year in the abstract making and I have a trilogy on my hands! Final word count was 300,074, with page # at 619 enough to see each book comfortably with 200+ pages - of course that's... Continue Reading →
Coined by Film Critic Nathan Rabin, the Manic Pixie Dream Girl is the trope of a character who’s soul existence is to help their sensitive leading man find his heart again by showing him the magic that life has to offer through their usual playfully unorthodox views and whimsical traits. She has been called out... Continue Reading →
Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →
Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing... Continue Reading →
Now here's a good one that goes with the whole "convention panics" rants and raving tangents I've been going off on lately (See here and here). Because it can often get a bit overwhelming when one is hit with the idea that they are doing something, giving so much of themselves and there time but... Continue Reading →
I don't know about anyone else, but my road to creative success, even just personally, has been one riddled with the doubts, compromises and all out stop gaps of what I've come to label -not affectionately mind you - the "convention panics". I've never been one to fold or fall easily to the whims of... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 