If writers are lucky, their writing will be the seance, their keystrokes—the ouija board.

"We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day." ~Mary Shelley

A shift's a-comin'. They don't know it yet but it's comin'. A soft breeze tickles ears of corn out yonder; they sway, gently rockin'...

Why did I decide to ditch the traditional publishing route? Because I did so, does that mean I’m just “playing writer”?

I’m not really sure when it started. Maybe twelve? Thirteen? Probably younger than that but I specifically remember that the voices grew stronger in my pre-pubescent years. They’re not like the voices those with schizophrenia hear. I’m not being told cut off my ear like Van Gogh or solve complex math equations for the U.S government like John Nash. My voices are telling me to do something else entirely. The voices started out pretty faint and far away, like a soft echo dancin

History is chock-full of people who in some way have bucked the system. I always felt akin to these brave souls. Then again, “bucking the...

Villains aren’t always born villains.