Hello, John Connor. It’s me, Skynet.
There’s a lot of talk going around about Artificial Intelligence. From StarryAI generating cheap art, to NovelAI generating cheap stories, to ChatGPT
A Seven Thousand Word Monstrosity
As a Christmas gift a while back, my mom gave me a packet of souvenirs from my childhood. Among the contents was
Writing Exercises to Get You In the Zone
I’m always the most motivated to write during those times when I one hundred percent absolutely am not able to write. The
Smeagols and Predators
I’ve been thinking a lot about this writing life of mine. I wasn’t born with a pen wrapped inside my umbilical cord.
Great Expectations
We’re finally getting our kitchen installed. We’ve been living in this house five years now. Or six. Ten? I dunno. I’ve lost
Those Wheels Turn Slowly
Something’s going on with my brain. Maybe old age has set in faster than I expected. I turned fifty-three back on Halloween.
Doing the Time
Sometimes the writing feels like throwing chunks of broken bricks into an abandoned lot. I pass by that lot every day, usually
I Have To Talk About Bill Shatner…
I feel like I owe William Shatner, Gene Roddenberry, the entire cast of Star Trek, and Trekkies all around the world a
Last Quarter Recap
It’s weird to think Christmas is just around the corner. Only five weeks left, kids! You can feel it in the air,
Burgers and Bridles
I feel sorry for this trail horse. The bridle is rusty. That can’t taste good. The leathers are worn and cracked. I’m
Sides of the Coin
“Of course, you have a choice, Mister Stephens, just like everyone who dies.” Stephens sat, or rather hovered, over a thickly padded
Mouthing Off Into the Void Turns Five!
Five years doesn’t seem like a long time. If your kid just turned five, he probably hasn’t even started kindergarten yet. And
Bargain Bin Dagger
“The Dagger of al-Shaytān!” Jemisha jumped up and pointed. We had been enjoying a quiet evening and a glass of merlot. Maybe
Siege of the Castle
The battlement walls have crumbled. The moat has been filled in and paved over. The flags, brightly colored and snapping in the
Pink Light Rising
He gripped the steering wheel and drove along the dark two-lane, headlights on, his cruise control switched off. Ahead of him, single