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2015 in Review

Holy crap, did 2015 go by fast. Yeah, that’s the kind of thing you always here around the end of a year, but when I say it, it’s different because I’m special.

This was my most unproductive year yet in terms of my writing, which man, that kind of sucks. I finished my first novel ever back in July, and that was rad, but the process was so long and draining that it messed up my productivity basically from January through to August. I’m pleased that the thing is done, but I’m of two minds about the final product. It definitely needs another round of editing before I can do anything with it, and there will always be a lingering fear in the back of my mind that I’m too close to the subject matter to be as ruthless as good editing demands.

Or that the content is simply uninteresting, but hey. You guys are here so I’ve got some kind of audience at least!

While I’m unhappy with the quantity of my creative output, this was actually a good year for interacting with people. The blog got more comments than last year (yay!) and nearly as many views (wow, really? I mean, yay!) I’m pretty terrible at self-promotion and reaching out to others, but if you share your thoughts or ask questions, I will respond.

I also didn’t really submit any of my work anywhere this year. I didn’t expect that to bug me, but it did. I suppose there’s a part of me that cries out for recognition, to be pet on the head and told that I’m good. But in lieu of that, $20 and a publication credit will suffice.

This year’s NaNoWriMo tanked harder than ever before, which is kind of astounding, because I had this year relative to all others, I had the clearest sense of where I wanted the piece to wind up. I think my goal for January will be to finish it.

Okay, that’s enough about 2015. What will 2016 bring?

  • More of a focus on short fiction. Between the novel and the poetry, I didn’t really write much short fiction at all this year. Let’s change that.
  • More focus on pulpy sci-fi, horror, fantasy, and adventure stuff. Remember when this blog was created under the premise of crafting pulp for the 21st century? And now it’s about feelings? Feelings are boring. More pulp.
  • Submit my work to more publications. That’s more of a behind-the-scenes sort of thing, but dang it, I’m going to do it.
  • The editing and collecting of earlier work. While I’m generally kind of lazy and self-interested, I’m actually pretty bad about taking time off of work and keeping up on my hobbies other than exercise and reading and writing. I’m going to make it a goal to give myself a proper vacation this year and spend some time revising some of the earlier stories and arranging them in a more convenient format.

Alright, I think that’s a good little recap for now. As always, thank you for reading, random internet stranger. You mean a lot to me. I hope you’ve enjoyed your time here, because I’ve definitely enjoyed writing for you. Hugs and kisses, yo.

Oh, and according to WordPress, the most popular search terms that led people to discovering my blog were basically all related to pussy pumps. So hey, thanks for that, misguided youth of America and your propensity for sucking on shot glasses!

See you all in January!


The Ghost of Christmas Past

Memories look better by candlelight

A gentle flame to warm the features

Soften the edges

And keep certain parts of the whole

Firmly in the dark


There is no true magic but this

A well-placed word that drops like a

Bomb, that cuts like a knife, that makes

Us both feel like there’s a gun in my mouth


Every year a little balder

A little fatter, a little wiser


Four years ago to the day

I stared into the void and

Realized, “Wait,

I don’t have to do this.

I can turn around,

Go home, go where

People love me”


And now, four years later

There’s no realization

Just remembrance

Just, “Oh, right!

That’s still an option!”


Little broken thing,

You can be fixed. All your cracks

Can be filled with gold.

For Kurt, For Bradley, For Layne, For Scott

It started out fun,

The way she made you feel, the

Things you felt she made


Disappear. She’s got

Beautiful eyes, doesn’t she?

Got a pretty smile,


And she loves to dance.

Desire becomes need, need that

Dances through your veins.


But don’t stick around

For last call; you’ve got to leave

Now, while there’s still time.

Sisyphus Beneath the Boulder Again

My, but it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I could go on at length about how busy I’ve been, and frustrated with my lack of progress on the novel, and blah blah blah, but that’s boring. Instead, here’s something new. And on Monday, there will be something new as well. I’ve actually plotted this novel out more than any previous work, so Goddamnit, we’re going to finish that thing. M-W-F updates until the end of the year.

Scared and alone, hungry and sick with thirst

But Stone, I swear you will grind to dust first

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