Why must we always kiss the ring on the hand that is constantly punching us in the face?

What I’m doing in an effort to keep my wits about me is something that everyone should be doing: gaining perspective.

I’ve noticed over the past few hours that we seem to have a skewed sense of what death is.

This tasty revenge story is proof that anything can be scary when you hold a crooked mirror up to it.

In lieu of resolutions, I have some new year’s wishes for myself and for you.

The titular room is based on an actual place in my Harbor City home.

Fans of this time of year know that Christmas music is easy to come by; Halloween music is typically not.

In case you’ve ever wondered what occupies my time outside of writing, the answer is, two things: my day job, and soccer.

I was fighting to keep the camera’s signal from fading to static. That’s hard to do when you just watched someone die.

What if you dared to look at a painting that everyone says is “cursed”? What would happen to you really?

This is the second part of a two-part blog entry in which a fan, the lovely Sara Quelle-Femme, asks several writing-related questions.

Today is a good day to answer some of your burning questions about me, my craft, and my catalog.

Welcome! What do you think of my new haunted internet house? Isn’t it just too dreamy?