Continued from here: BLOOP Leaving the tower, turned out to be far less dramatic than Reva assumed it would be. For starters there was a door and stairs they were just hidden by a spell. Despite Cassia’s insistence that it was hardly noteworthy that she could hack it, Reva remained impressed anyway, after all… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Out of the Tower and Into the Woods…Again
Today is going to be a little all over the place so bear with me if you don’t mind. First item on the agenda, yep I skipped Fiction Friday last week in part because I’ve been trying to focus on my actual stories more (not that I don’t enjoy/ have bigger idea’s for the FF… Continue reading Town Meeting
Feel free to ignore this. I’m kinda just working through some brain junk. “Dream” Job: Editing papers. Working with small team of creators to write and make little books/comics/animations. Something where I can dress however I want (costumes, piercings, whatever I feel like that day). That’s it really. It’s important to me to work with… Continue reading Irregularly Scheduled Program
So yesterday (September 10) was Suicide Prevention Day, and as usual I saw people sharing a bunch of hotline numbers, saying ‘you’re not alone’, and telling others to reach out if they’re in need of help. There’s nothing wrong with this. I don’t want anyone reading to feel like they’ve done something unforgivable if that’s… Continue reading Suicide Prevention Day
Continued from last week… Reva, while keeping her eye’s focused on Cassia and her knife, took a deep breath in and out. Clearly it was necessary to reassess the situation at hand. No pay check was worth pissing off a powerful witches potentially equally powerful daughter. “Look, I’m just strapped for cash okay?” Reva started… Continue reading Fiction Friday: Which Witch?
If there’s anything I know it’s that actually calling yourself a writer or an artist is a weird, personal, and often ridiculous process. Ridiculous, because to any outsider if you draw more than stick figures of course you’re an artist, and if you write outside of the obligations of the school system than you are… Continue reading Non- Expert
Continued from last week. Although even more impressive than the roomy tower was the inhabitants extremely long hair. The lady’s braid still hung out the window and she didn’t look the least bit perturbed. “So who are you exactly?” she asked staring Reva down. “Well my mother named me Reva, but a lot of people… Continue reading Fiction Friday: The Tower