On The Fringes

When I watch a good television program or film, one with a narrative that builds its characters and takes the plot in ways one might not expect, I feel the dichotomy in me between watcher and writer. In the moment the story is happening, the emotional connections I feel with the characters, if they are… Continue reading On The Fringes

JayCon Winter 2012 After-Action Report

Artemis! Every six months or so, my co-worker and compatriot Jay runs a gaming mini-convention out of his home he humbly dubbed “JayCon”. The latest edition of the get-together just wrapped up yesterday, and good times were had by all. It’s a great opportunity to introduce (and be introduced to) new games, as well as… Continue reading JayCon Winter 2012 After-Action Report

Writer Report: Don't Forget To Be Awesome

Rather than bore you with my usual drivel on how Cold Streets is moving forward at a pretty good pace for a glacier and making all sorts of excuses, here’s John Green discussing the whys and wherefores of people reading in the first place. CrashCourse is a phenomenal series and if you’re not watching it… Continue reading Writer Report: Don't Forget To Be Awesome

Board or Bored?

“I don’t play board games,” my lovely wife says. “They’re boring.” In the case of ‘older’ board games, the ones I and most kids grew up with, like Monopoly or Risk or Chutes’n’Ladders, I’d be inclined to agree. Chutes’n’Ladders is an extremely randomized game. Risk involves a great deal of downtime between turns, provided you’re… Continue reading Board or Bored?

Writer Report: The Inevitable Grind

As we recover from the recent stress of moving, the dayjob workload ramps up, and everything else competes for what attention I have left, it can be difficult to keep in mind that writing can and should be the foremost area of my interests. I don’t attend university for 4 years to design advertisements, after… Continue reading Writer Report: The Inevitable Grind

Flash Fiction: Cordite, Acid, and Febreeze

For the Terribleminds Flash Fiction challenge, The Body. He was assaulted by scents when the door opened. The undercurrent of cheap booze and sweat was nearly overwhelmed by the acrid tang of cordite. He set his kit down inside the door and began to remove his coat. “Oh man, thank God you’re here, I don’t… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Cordite, Acid, and Febreeze