Monthly Archives: December 2015

Cinderella’s got game.

Right now I’m reading CREWEL by Gennifer Albin and aside from the fact that I’m rather over dystopian/post-apocalyptic worlds in which women are subjugated (really damn tired of it because it’s not unique and it’s not even of shock value anymore because it’s been happening to women, in reality, since the dawn of time, please… Continue Reading

Hoist the devil by his own petard.

As you all (my imaginary friends) know by now I joined up on WattPad.  Nope, still don’t quite know what to do with it but I’m slowly easing my way in.  Totally by accident I found a writing contest for a chance to win a writing/editing session with Holly Black via phone or Skype.  Yes,… Continue Reading

Watt My Pad

So now I’m on WattPad.  The link’s above in the menu bar.  Not sure what I’m really going to do with it yet but I have one short story there now that placed third in the Rosalie Fleming Memorial Humor Prize.  It’s about a nip slip that isn’t entirely fictional.  Feel my pain. Continue Reading

My face is in a book. That absolutely means I want to have a conversation.

In the vein of being anti-social, I had to take a continuing education class today that, while slightly less painful than others I’ve had to take, was still painful nonetheless if only due to the fact that it was completely pointless to what I do in my job.  Yes, it was vaguely related to my… Continue Reading

Balls

I’ve been woefully negligent about posting on this blog and I don’t mean tobe. I have all this shit smashing around in my head that I want to talk about but I’ve been in an anti-social funk about, well, all things social. I’m trying to claw my way out of it and I think it’s… Continue Reading