I need to remind myself that writing consistently doesn’t require the subject matter to be an existential threat or some dire social crisis. Sometimes, it can be about squirrels. Yes, squirrels. Those cute little buggers who eat pine cones and make cute little chittering noises when they’re angry. The fuzzy, fluffy-tailed braggarts who will, in
Originally published in the April 2019 issue of The Scramasaex, the Shire of Ravenshore’s newsletter Beneath the dark depths of an ancient keepA façade near impregnable to allToiled the valkyric norvegicusIn mistrusted work by tooth and gall One by one the sisters crept intoThe night, driven by hungry stomaches’ growlInto the home of the twisted
T-4 days. Mickey still hasn’t shown up. At least it’s not the freezing temperatures that it had been a few nights ago, but all the same, he’s an older cat with thyroid issues. It doesn’t stop him from hunting, though. He’s fully capable of hunting down his meals, even missing a tooth. I’m still holding
T-6 days. Not sure how consistent I’ll be here. I’m pretty lousy right now as it is when it comes to carving out the time to write everyday, to say nothing of regularly producing book review videos. But hey, this is my house. I’m paying rent to WordPress, so I’m going to give it a
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