The gargantuan literary tentacle with ten thousand eyes and ten thousand tongues protruding out of the left side my gut is about to molt again. I can feel those characteristic hormones and enzymes it emits burning the walls of my blood vessels. Like an über-hot red mustard that makes wasabi seem like mayonnaise by comparison.… Continue reading “Something just moved…”
There's actually a lot more to Silver Brown than that which can be downloaded from this site. The present manuscript is about 104,000 words long, but most of it needs major revisions and there are plenty of darlings that need to be killed, as Faulkner would put it. There's also a particularly poignant passage I… Continue reading Missing Torso
First of all, let me start by wishing you all a very merrie solstice. May all your feasting and orgying this holiday season satisfy the gut and the heart, and may the birth of a new sun usher in a year of happiness and prosperity for you and yours. As my gift to you, it… Continue reading The Eclosion of Four New Chapters!
Hark! An anti-miracle of Unnature is unfolding! This literary creature growing like a Xenomorph inside my innards is due to undergo the first of many moltings in a fortnight. It should be quite a ghoulishly surreal sight to behold, although I would advise against touching its discarded exoskeleton without asbestos gloves, lest it sting you… Continue reading A Fire For Yule (last phoneme optional)
The first seven chapters went through an extensive process of being written, being disowned by their writer, then being written again, severely critiqued, subjected to several linguistic facelifts and liposuctions, and finally blessed by Our Lady of 420 before it eventually became something I'd be proud to put my nom de plume on. The next… Continue reading The Next Instar of the Beast
