the archives

Category: dispatches from the loony bin

  • The Muse smiles upon me

    Tonight I wrote the first poem I’ve penned in over a year.  (Link.) This simple fact makes me want to cry tears of joy.

  • And a song for Los Angeles….

    I just wrote an execution scene from the viewpoint of the condemned. Man that’s draining.

  • Adopting words: senticous

    Now, this is really a great word if you’re looking for the perfect word to describe a cat, or a cactus, or a briar patch, or someone who’s rather harsh. The word is senticous — what does it mean? Read below.  senticous adj. 1657 : prickly, thorny He pricked himself on a senticous bush as…

  • Adopting words: bimarian

    For this week of lovey-dovey-ness and emotions running high, I thought I’d save a word that has to do with the sea. In several different schools of thought (not all, but definitely Western ones) water and emotions are connected. Even the words for sea and love in Latin — mare and amare — are similar. …

  • show me your words

    So now that my weekly word-blogging has begun, perhaps some of you would like to start using those words? In a poem perhaps? You could speak of the bimarian quality of Canada (that word is next week, folks) or what is vanmost on your mind when you think of this Great White North. You could…

  • Adopting Words: amandation

    A blog about the word amandation, to save it from extinction.

  • Adopting Words: vanmost

    A blog about a word that is in danger of going extinct.

  • The Smell of Hope in the Morning

    We’ve come to the end of an era, my friends. Not a particularly lovely era. A dark age, to be precise. We’ve come through the night and a new day has dawned, bright and shining (and misty in Nanaimo) — a new day, and we can have hope again, because change has come.  He’s human,…

  • The Grind

    Dear gods. I have managed to neglect writing for a while. Not handwriting. Typing. I’ve handwritten some stuff but I know it’s not going to amount to many words when the time comes to type it up. I’m so swamped and I procrastinate like a motherfrakker and — well, you’ve heard this song and dance…

  • off to a good start

     Wrote 2,681 words today. Good words, even. That’s 4x my daily goal for January (would be too simple to have a year-long daily goal of 450 words, you see). If I keep this up I’ll finish Bellica by the 15th. Sweet.   Torturing characters again. It’s what I’m good at. Happiness is for wimps.