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When the Muse Is A Crack-Addicted Mess
The muse is a fickle creature. A few authors I know claim their muse guides their creative energy, breaking through self-imposed writer’s blocks, and delivering them safely to the land of a finished pristine manuscript. To them, I proudly give back a big fat jealous raspberry. I don’t have that relationship with my muse. Sure […]
Getting Twisty With It
I’m writing along, laying down the manuscript for the sequel to AT WHAT COST and the urge to pull off the path gets stronger as I go. I don’t seem to be in control of the wheel anymore and I can feel It jerk out of my hands when I try to steer it back on […]
NSFW
NSFW You’re minding your own business during another mind-numbing day in the cubicle farm when another e-mail, in the endless stream of e-mails pops into your in-box. The little banner appears on your screen and before you can swat it away like another digital fly, you see it – NSFW. Not Safe For Work… The forbidden […]
Editing or Evolution
Edit or Die Time for something a bit more lighthearted and enlightening… Charles Darwin was a scientist of some renown and shaped the way we think of survival on this harsh planet with his epic, Origin of the Species, in 1859. While this monumental work got all the praise and attention, a lesser known unpublished volume was uncovered, entitled […]
The Spam Game – What does your spam say about you?
I’m overwhelmed with spam. These unsolicited messages are a waste product of all of our new fangled technology and electronic lifestyle. Spam defies a concise definition. It’s like porn — you know it when you see it. If I were a sensitive little buttercup and overthought the subject line of each spam e-mail in my in-box, I […]
Let Me Enjoy My Happy Place
The Time In Between Writing Projects I’ve found that sweet spot, the one right after you finish reading a good book, and wrapping up the revisions on a manuscript of your own. A warm glow spreads from the center of my being. Could this be contentment? This vaguely familiar feeling smells of an overheated computer […]
Words As Weapons
We have lost our mother fricken minds! When did being civil to one another become a bother? I mean, really, is it too much to expect a real exchange with a honest to God human entity? We live in a world of automated artificial bliss, where faceless programs exist “supposedly” to enhance our customer experience. […]
James L'Etoile
James L'Etoile 