I write novels about crime, fantasy, and the supernatural. Sometimes, I write about ponies... is for fun!
I'm not one that likes or enjoys going around constantly complaining about things. I prefer to be rather chill about life and the daily upsets that happen. But... there are times when I just have to look back and take stock of some of the more impressive irritations that have passed my way over the course of the past year. I figure it's time to make a list and check it twice; maybe even get a little bit of humor out of it in the process.
10: Keyboards
Well, with the holidays now behind me, I've had the opportunity to sit down and start back on editing the novel, and wouldn't you know it; I ended up pulling another story up out of nowhere. So, here I am pages and weeks behind schedule, writing a short story that will be published between the previous book, and the upcoming Mr God.
Synopsis:
It's been a rather eventful past twelve days. I caught a nasty cold on the 16th, and spent three days drinking DayQuil and eating Tylenol because I had to make a trip north with my wife to visit her family; and a ten hour trip while running a fever just isn't very holly or jolly.
I'm not sure why I chose to write an AppleDash fan fiction. Maybe it has something to do with Bookplayer's endless goings on about it. Or maybe it's because it's the single greatest ship ever to set sail on fan waters? I know it's probably the original ship.
I just stomped out another one-shot for you ladies and gentlecolts. Hopefully it's well received. Nothing fancy, though a tad on the thought provoking side.
I may come back with a dandy guide later on, because there is lots of room for back story.
Hope you enjoy!
This has been a boring, wasted Saturday. Instead of getting my PS4 delivered like it should have been, I am sitting here feeling apathetic and slightly unmotivated. To make a long story short; I was one of the few lucky people to get a PS4 that was "DOA", and had to send it in for a replacement on Tuesday. By all accounts, the CSR said it would be back in my hands before or on Saturday (today), which it has not. I contact customer service only to be told that FedEx has not picked it up from the
Some time back, my wife calls to me from her corner desk in our entertainment room, and asks me to come stand over her shoulder and read this article. I oblige and pull up a chair, reading this piece. Before this time, I had probably only really read one Patterson novel; and that was way back in the day. I was already following too many authors, and the thought of adding one more on my roster of word-providers was not appealing.