And why must you know about me and the characters that I write? — I was on Twitter when I noticed a tweet about authors being called out on their sexuality. Why is that even a thing? If you want to know about mine, then I think I left enough breadcrumbs for you to figure it out, and as for my characters, it doesn’t…

Thrifty Word Roundup 100 #50: & 50 #71: March — She’s crying again, and with each tear, a flower dies. The streams freeze. Even the birds cannot fly but dig their claws into branches, bracing the cold rush heading toward them. Her cries carry across the air, turn white, bury green, and even we cringe, awaiting its bitter touch. Our…

Why I write Dystopian. — I often talk about my bad memories, horrific experiences, but I do have some good memories. When I was a child, I remember sitting on the couch between my parents and watching The Twilight Zone. I discovered that show way before I found Stephen King, and I loved it despite…

Short Story — “Mommy, there’s a man sleeping in his car.” “Leave him alone, Janey.” She adjusted her coat, pushing the pocketbook strap further up her arm, and knocked on the apartment door. “Mom.” A man in his thirties opened the door. “Please, come in. Janey.” …