I am working on a short story this morning, a foray into the world of horror. The story itself has been floating around in my head for years, and I figured it was time to bring it into being. It’s another rainy Saturday here in California, and I’m still down with the cold that attacked
When you ride the same train every day, stand in the same spot to wait for it, you tend to get to know the people who also ride the same train every day and stand in the same line to wait for it. You also get to know the peculiarities of that station’s particular etiquette.
When I was still in high school, someone from the church we were attending found an old typewriter and had it cleaned up and repaired and I found it under my Christmas tree. We were barely making ends meet, and with little money left over for gifts, my mother had reached out to the church
Happy Saturday, Readers! I hope that you’re safe and warm and out of all of this crazy weather! Here in Northern California it’s been very wet and colder than we’re used to, making for good times to stay inside with a good book and a cup of tea. I’m now a week + out from
It’s an early Saturday morning, early enough that it’s still dark outside. I can hear the gutters still draining off the steady rain of the last few days and every now and then, a gust of wind. It’s a nice sound, especially because we have needed the rain so badly. I’m waiting on cover options
I’m sitting in my home office on a Saturday morning, enjoying the last bit of the Death Wish Coffee before I get my next shipment later in the month, and writing. It is maybe my favorite day of the week, especially when the words are working well. Today is one of those days, when the
There is this moment, just as I am waking up, but before I’ve moved or opened my eyes. In that moment, nothing hurts, at least not above my baseline. I try to hold on to that moment, because I know that soon, I’ll have to move, have to sit up and put my feet on
I’m the first one in the office, which isn’t unusual. Outside my window, the sun is starting to show itself between the buildings and the cloud cover. I’ve worked from home for the last two days, and my house is not in a good position to watch the sun rise, so this is a nice
Life is an odd thing, if you think about it. You’re born a squirmy, screaming thing that can do nothing for itself. If you’re lucky, you’re cared for by people who love you just because you share the same blood. You grow and you choose friends based on the clothes they’re wearing or the TV
I hopped on the early, early train this morning, the one two trains before the one I normally take, because I got to the station so early. It always surprises me how full the train is at 5:45 am. When I stepped onto the train, I could see construction workers, half asleep, some squatting on
