Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

Trespassers Will Be Exsanguinated.

I Binge Write. I Think It's Because I Started Seriously Writing By Participating In National Novel Writing Month, An Online-based Challenge To Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days.

I Am Tired Of Trying To Hold Things Together That Cannot Be Held.

The Funeral Is A Quiet One, Despite The Number Of Mourners Present. There Are No Sobs Or Flailing Handkerchiefs. There Is A Smattering Of Color Amongst The Sea Of Traditional Black. Even The Light Rain Cannot Push It Down Into The Realms Of Despair. It Rests Instead In A Space Of Thoughtful Melancholy.

I Am A Fan Of Magic And Fantasy, Particularly When It's Grounded In Reality.