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In all honor of Tom T. Hall, I hereby make this satire: In some of my songs I have casually mentioned The fact that I like to eat brains This little song is more to the point Roll out the corpse and don’t mind the stains… I like brains. They’re good gray, pink, or pus-rotted […]

You’re probably not reading this unless you, too, worked on NaNoWriMo this year. I had a blast; I hope you did, too. But now, I must analyze and rant. No, you may not read what I wrote yet.  I mean, you could read it, if you wanted to see what my first drafts look like,

I don’t know about you, but as I write a book, I generally build a playlist for it on Youtube. 1) Youtube is free (I’ll go back and buy copies when I can, but a lot of these are ???) 2) Youtube has some weird shit that I have trouble finding elsewhere. 3) Youtube is

I was really straining to try to come up with something deep for my blog over the last few days. “I have to write something for release day…I better make it good!” Yeah, I’m sick, and most of my functionally witty brain cells have curled up with a cup of hot water (all I can

I had a really good run of slush stories to read for Apex Magazine in the last few days; I sent up about three issues worth of stories to the editor, Cat Valente. Yay! Good stories! But there were some stories in there that didn’t make my personal cut, and I’ve been trying to figure

Since a couple of writers whose advice I generally follow have posted on the nature of distraction (and because I’ve made my wordcount for the day), I’m going to chime in here. Believe me, I understand the irony of writing a distracting blog entry about how to resist distractions.  I prefer to think of it

A totally flattering review by Phil Elmore at the Martialist.

Some people write slow. Some people write fast. Some people write better slow than fast; some people write better fast than slow. Regardless, I made it a goal of mine earlier this year to write faster. And better, but I’m not going to talk about that now, because November is for NaNoWriMo, and we want

No content here, just testing!

For some reason, while I was out for my run today, I had one of those brilliant flashes of insight that end up sounding kind of lame when approached from a more rational direction. Here’s the insight: Writers don’t write stories. See what I mean? But let me explain. When I sit down and write,