Nothing good happens after midnight. Poetry happens after 3 a.m. —which indisputably proves my first point. This is dedicated to caffeine and the people at the Community Storyboard who were silly enough to give me access to the site. Bons rêves à tous.
Thoughts about writing and life
A simple blog that discusses various topics and issues.
Assays and Essays in the Speculative
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
Scaring the pants off you in public since 2014
Do more of what you love
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Yeah, just all this pretty much.....
Thunderdome for Writers
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." Aldous Huxley
Writing that's straight up with a twist
SOME GUYS JUST AREN'T CUT OUT FOR A 9 TO 5...
“The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.” J.R.R. Tolkien
A Story Begins
Words, Words, Words
Vers Les Etoiles 
Now you’re just being silly. It was visual and enthralling and simple and awesome.
It was the lack of sleep talking…thank you! I should have mentioned that I was thinking of your Luna when I wrote it.
Aww, Luna’s blushing.
These ladies of the night would totally have adventures together.
They totally would! La Lune et L’Insomnie…sounds like one fancy duo