A Tabletop Epiphany
How a rough convention game clarified why I love being behind the screen.
Journal
Notes on my projects, creative interests, and assorted debris.
How a rough convention game clarified why I love being behind the screen.
How I love thee. Wait. Why am I not moving?
Audiobook anguish led to my first iPhone app.
Instagram, in memoriam. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, post to post.
My love of the em dash and my silent rebellion every time I use one.
How do I promote my art without losing my soul?
My inner editor is pissed.
A serial monomaniac on context switching.
Stars aligned. Music was played. Video is coming.
I did a thing. Now what?
On mononyms, pen names, and my silly wiring. Unpacking "By Japheth."
Killing my perfectionist inner editor one short story at a time.