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You could call this my "professional" blog - where I write about being a journalist, struggling to become a novelist, and at times the issues of being a gay author writing (sometimes) gay-themed fiction. I can't promise I'll always sta
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0047. Ostracized.
…why do I like being so mean to my characters? “But I have to help him!” Madison squeezed Ken’s shoulder, but shook her head and looked away. “You don’t have to do anything, Ken. This is between us.” Letti...
0043. Methane.
“Hey, Brian?” “Yeah, Warren?” “Do you think Madison farts glitter?” “I don’t think that’s something I’d want to know, Warren.” “I’d want to know. It’d be kind of nea...
0042. Parallel.
Remi jacked the Jenny out of neutral and angled her out of her slot in the steady stream of aerial traffic. Below a single docking area beckoned, the first open spot he’d seen after driving along miles and miles of parked aircraft. As it was ...
0041. Pod.
Ken stared at the cassette tape, then at Roman. “What’s this?” “Uh.” He shuffled his feet and stared doggedly at the ground, face fixed in a black scowl, cheeks so red he looked sunburned. “…it’s a&#...
Random: I hate Hikaru’s blackberry.
I overslept big time and I’m behind on work (very bad things happened yesterday, and it was a late night) so I won’t have time to post a new snippet until later tonight; my brain’s too frazzled to even come up with one, and I’...
0040. Wires.
Remi had no idea how Sheridian had managed to turn the entire engineering deck of the Pursuviant into a mirror of the messy lab he’d left behind on Eridanos port, but Remi could barely get in past the junk piled practically ten deep. How the k...
0038. Magic.
“Akhi?” With a sigh, the BioGen glanced up from his schematics. “What is it this time, Connor?” “I’ve been reading–” “That alone is cause for concern.” “Very funny, dickhead.” ...
0037. Maturation.
Maddy leaned against the fountain and stared over the water; the wind caught a few threads of her hair and wisped them across her pensive face, as red as the setting sun. “I don’t know,” she murmured absently. “Somehow, when...
0035. Taiko.
He spread his feet and tensed his legs, his body ready, taut, waiting. He gripped the smooth, polished wood, callused hands firm. Sweat beaded on his brow and traced the routes of rivers over his near-naked body; the tension thrummed through him...
0034. Vaudou.
They talked of the possessed boy for weeks to come. They talked of how the spirit came to him and touched him in the night; they talked of the red marks of fingertips bruised onto his wrists. They talked of how he cried out in tongues known neither ...
0033. Embalmed.
“Oh, shit. Susie…” “What?” “…the condom broke.” “So?” “So? So?! What if you’re ovulating, what if–” “Oh, stop panicking. It’s fine. I’m undead;...
0031. Technogothique
They called it science. Throttle called it magic, for never did he think a work of man could be so inhumanly surreal. He watched the flicker of pale eyelids in a scarred, stitch-crossed face, watched the slow creep of thread-fine black that glittered...
Enchanted.
Hi. Those of you who’ve known me for a while know that sometimes I just disappear off the internet. I don’t update my websites, I don’t answer IMs (or even see them half the time) and don’t answer e-mails unless they’re...
0030. Birth.
It first knew only warmth, yet knew not the word to describe it. Wet weightlessness, such that when cold air assaulted it and gravity pulled it down, its legs buckled beneath it, never before used. It felt pain for the first time, then the strange ...
0028. Unquiet.
It creeps over you like breath: slow, sinuous, the lightest brush that trails down your spine like velvet-rough fingers, sick and pleasurable. Subtle, slow, insinuating into your thoughts, your very desires, with infinite patience. Twisting you. Chan...
If it gets stuck in your head, does it count as Rick-rolling yourself?
Some days it’s all about the simple pleasures. One, all my stuff is here. The mover was a dick, but all my stuff is here. I’m officially home. We’re officially home. Two, Demand Studios has sent me info on new writing opportuniti...
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This morning, while sitting out by the pool in the courtyard of my old apartment complex, I was robbed at gunpoint in broad daylight. He took my laptop bag, with my laptop, my backup drive, my checkbook, my social security card, and various personal...
…cn I has slep nao plz?
Not dead. Just really, really frazzled and exhausted. Back in Houston, in a cheap hotel (air conditioning, apartment has none) in crackville; have been miserable since I stepped off the plane. Likely got scammed out of $80 by an ass of a cab drive...
0026. Scrambled signal.
It started with the postman. Jones waved to Mr. Griffin, his aged and grizzled postal carrier, on his way out to the car. Mr. Griffin waved back, said “Mip zoolich gnarrgik!” and moved on to the next mailbox. Jones stared after him, rubb...
0024. Flashbacks.
The doctor snipped the umbilical and held the newborn up for its mother to see. Red-faced and sweating, she struggled to push herself up on weakened limbs, eager to meet her first child. “Congratulations,” the doctor said. “ItR...
0023. Lunchmeat.
“Wh-what is that?” “Oh, that? Just a dragon.” “Just a dragon? …is it one of the good guys?” “Not really, no.” “Then what does it want?” “Most likely to hunt us down, destroy al...
0022. Princess.
“That’s a skirt.” Akhilesh met Remi’s horrified stare with bland nonchalance. “Your powers of observation remain quite astute, Connor.” “Asshole. I’m not wearing that.” He eyed the silky green ...
0021. PSO.
Vivian sighed and surveyed her nails. “Oh, yes,” she droned. “Oh, yes, Daddy, I’m your piggy. I’m your schoolgirl pi–” She broke off to yawn, then finished, “–ggy.” In the booth next to...
0020. Prejudice.
Rick stood in the foreign foods aisle of Jewel and wrinkled his nose in distaste. The foreign foods aisle was always the best way to know when your neighborhood was starting to go to the dogs; when it began to expand and stock the types of food only...
0018. Sarah Jessica Parker’s Obituary.
“Hello. My name is Death, and I’ve come for your shoes.” The fact that Death was sitting across from her, sipping coffee and looking very much as she thought Death should - gaunt as the grave, effeminate and pale, black hair, silver...
Must not squee. Must not squee…
Despite work starting to wander down paths of suckage again, I’m currently just about wriggling with glee. Today Hikaru took me to the Hyde Park area; I got to see the area of South University where Kensington lives in the story, and even saw ...
0012. Gables.
Reynolds watched as the fourth young couple of the day closed the doors of their car, flashed false, polite smiles through the windshield, then backed out and fled down the street as quickly as six cylinders could take them. He pantomimed “cal...
0011. Window.
Ben jerked his hand back from the shattered window and swore. Blood dripped from a shallow gash across his palm, cutting over the ball of his thumb - right where it was sure to bleed the most, all over his carpet. And his new shirt. Fuck. He’d...
0010. Police tape.
The BioGen ran his thumb along the split in his lower lip, then looked coolly at the blood staining his skin. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked with deceptive softness; Remi’s gut clenched when murderous golden eyes rose to trap him i...
0009. Tracks.
Through the window of the train the lights of the city were a galaxy, swirling by at hyperspeed in streaks of blurred starlight. Her ship smelled of diesel fuel and wet dog. She wondered if anyone would let a wet dog on a spaceship, sighed, and pre...
