The Roaring Lost

I want to feel the tingle when the era romances me. I don’t want to find it in a book, but I want to fall into it one day, find some kind of secret door that takes me there, like a wardrobe takes children to Narnia. I want to be blinded by the rose-colored buildings…

Being Tinker Bell

I have a friend who’s a photographer; a very artistic one to say the least.  I’ve noticed he likes to capture personalities.  Whether he is shooting a landscape, building, or human being, he tends to present it in a thematic way that depicts certain aspects of its character. I helped him in a photo shoot…

Sweating the Scott out of Me

The picture above is the best thing I’ve ever seen.  When I first laid eyes on it, the little writer goose bumps on my arms woke up and stretched.  Whoever drew this was a freaking genius, and the tagline is second to none.  I’m slightly disappointed I hadn’t already come up with this myself. I…

Anarchy

For me, writing is like that place in childhood where I didn’t care if my dress was dirty or how many mosquito bites I had.  It is that place where curiosity lured me into thorn bushes, though I’d never know my skin had been pierced.  The literary world is the place I go to escape…

To the Demise of Caricatures

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters.  Characters are caricatures.” – Ernest Hemingway I believe in writing reality.  I believe literature is one of the best tools to better understand ourselves, as well as each other.  When a writer creates a scenario in a make-believe world it is unbiased.  When…

Writing about Writing

     Lately I’ve been pondering a lot about what made me the writer I’ve both grown to be and am still becoming.  I haven’t been so much as intrigued with the craft itself lately, as how all the planets lined up for me specifically to become one of its pawns.  My wheels had already been turning on…