"Yeah, honey, we had another reject today. Color faded after only 72 gallons at medium stream, don't that just beat all? And someone could have had that in their urinal! Makes me proud I'm there to maintain quality, by gawd!”

What made the place scary, however, was the crew. They were unpredictable, even when staying in character. They were so awesome at their jobs, I don’t know how anyone ever made it through our haunted house without a heart attack.

I think the power of masks, the interesting thing about them, is that they allow a little bit of anonymity. They let us not quite be ourselves so transparently.

Endless Tempest HeadGear will be here within a decade, just as robust as in the novels. This is an incredible interview.

She has anime eyes that I can never turn away from. Oh, and she can act, too.

I think, however, that more often we try and try again because we do not see the alternatives. We just know that this way is The Way, so it's the only one we put any effort or thought into.

He will do whatever it takes to live by his ideals.

She’s haunted, hunted, and haggard, but Ashley is, above all, unstoppable.

“We’ve done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.” —Captain Malcolm Reynolds

I had to slap back my monsters, and at times they still creep up on me.

Back to the drawing board for a good book blurb.

All t his is to say that—without going to any great effort to do so—I’ve dreamed up some well-rounded characters.

I’ve not written of this anywhere else, not even in my journal yet, so this may be a bit raw. Sunday into Monday I was experiencing something new and uncomfortable. Turns out, it was something of a heart attack.

I’m always surprised when I find someone who not the joys of the great “what if.” To speculate, to me, is the greatest joy.

It’s like assembling a jigsaw puzzle with the image side down…in the dark…with gloves on.

In my newsletter, one poll suggested readers want to have this write-along-with-me inside scoop, so I’m sharing a bit of it in this blog.

Storytelling is not only one of the most endearing pastimes, it also carries the lore of a people. Storytelling pulls people together and fuels the imagination. I believe that so long as we have voice, we’ll be telling and singing stories around the campfire.

I think of an encounter with a book something like a relationship.

Now AI is stepping into art, and thus, more than ever, stepping on some toes.

Judgement…that’s what probably drives and crucifies my main character (okay, and sometimes me) more than anything. In the book, he’s battling himself, as we all are, but more, he’s battling what he worries his daughter will think of him.