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I Don’t Even Know Your Name

September 27, 2013 by


That lyric line ‘I don’t even know your name’ seems particularly pointed right now because I’m struggling to name the characters in this new book that I may be, might be writing. This song is kinda silly and if you read it straight I have some issues with the lyrics. Also the video clip is […]

If I Was the Whiskey…

September 24, 2013 by


Yesterday one of my readers* came over and we worked through the notes they’d given me on Drink Me. I kind of love doing that in person because it gives me the opportunity to wave my arms and roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at them when I disagree. Which I think helps […]

Camp “Fuck You, I’m a Wizard”

September 23, 2013 by


  So I’m clearly not the first to put these two ideas together… 😛  

How I Start Writing a Book

September 20, 2013 by


I know I’m supposed to be proof reading Drink Me. Writing synopses and query letters and other practical things. Failing that, I should be editing Path, or working up this middle grade thing.* But what I have been doing is having migraine-style headaches which stop my brain from functioning. And then last Friday night I […]

Bohemian Gravity

September 18, 2013 by


Minor detour because science!    

The Proof is in the Process

September 17, 2013 by


Another Cog in the Murder Machine

September 13, 2013 by


I enjoy taking this song literally. Also, there’s  something about cheerleaders in gas masks that’s ineffably charming. They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all […]

This Headache

September 12, 2013 by


“The Ride” by Rodolphe Guenoden

September 9, 2013 by


“The Ride” by Rodolphe Guenoden    

We Are Not What You Think We Are

September 6, 2013 by


I do not remember my adolescence being like this. But I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong. Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Staring at emotion In the light of day I was running from the things that you’d say Like a magpie I live for glitter, not you […]