Taking a sledgehammer to the hardened mass that is Writer's Block
Peer pressure claims another victory. After a long, long hiatus, I have made the masochistic decision to return to NaNoWriMo. It's honestly been at least ten years since I've last participated, maybe longer. And no, I've never "won". My track record with long term writing projects is terrible at best. Why I thought a self-motivated... Continue Reading →
Maintaining a social media presence is nearly a requirement for any writer hoping to make their mark on the literary scene.
It's the last day of the school year and Amalia should be ecstatic. Except she's not. Probably because her best friend is leaving town for the summer. Or maybe it has something to do with the shapeless entities following her.
My senior year in high school was a time of great awakening for me. More than ever, I was certain that I was destined to become a Great American Author if not The Greatest and sincerely believed it was only a matter of time until my star would rise. Of course, all this certainty also meant... Continue Reading →
For several minutes, Valerie stared at the light from her bedroom window, watching the light through the blinds stretching across the ceiling. She was trying to remember which direction the window faced, trying to remember which way the sun rose and which way it fell. Her bedside clock read five past seven in static red... Continue Reading →
There's a place at the edge of a clearing where the ground is never dry and you still exist for me
There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit
A forever tunnel stretched bending and swirling, a gateway to the infinite tilt of galaxies exponentially expanding further and further. I moved at light-speed. The cold of space smacking against my face, my wide open eyeballs, freezing everything solid and stiff. And then, propulsion failing, the universe began a slow collapse. It was a thing... Continue Reading →
Hello, my name is Diego Green and I am NOT a writer. But I'd like to be. For a very long time, probably the entirety of my adult life, I've lived under the assumption that I am a writer. I learned early in life that I had some natural talent for storytelling and wordplay and... Continue Reading →
