I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.
I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.
Charles the First
My name is Virginia Davenport. In 1815 I was seventeen and I thought I understood the world completely. I thought my older sister's problems were all of her own making and if she'd just be honest with herself, she'd resolve all of them and be as happy as we were when we were both children.
The Korean Odyssey
‘Korean Odyssey’ (Korean: 화유기; RR: Hwayugi) is an utterly splendid confection of classic Chinese literature by way of ‘The Journey to the West’, the best flavors of fan fiction, the struggles of being human. The screenplay was written by the Hong Sisters, managed by Dragon Studio (www.studiodragon.net). I really need to find more of their work. The studio that manages them has a site with many lovely looking stories.
'Anaa'jí Hóch'íjí Important Note: I am not Diné (Navajo), but everything I’ve ever read or learned of them fills me with great respect. The following story is from the POV of a character who is also not Diné. This story was written and shared with the greatest respect.
How to Create Characters
Let’s say you want to write a story. It could be for a class, fun, or because there are so many outlets to publish now that a little extra money would be nice. Whatever reason you want to write a story or a novel, if you’re writing fiction, you need characters.
I’ve written about my kitty before. I wrote about how January came into my life before, but she was just a little kitten then. She could crawl into my diet soda boxes and peer out at the world like a queen in her palace. She’s way more of a queen now than she ever was, even if she prefers to lay on my laundry basket, which is right by my desk.
Chauvin Trial: Act Two
OH MY Goodness! So I opened up the trial today and the Defense is examining their witness who is an expert on carbon monoxide... this argument is that Floyd died because Chauvin held his head near the tail pipe of the squad car. Like... how is his better for Chauvin?
Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just get a diagnosis of PTSD, depression, or anxiety, understand what we know about that and change everything like we pick up a new hobby! There! All better. It doesn’t work like that in my experience. I struggle with all of the above and I’ve been trying to figure out how those things work for a long time. I still have so very much to study and learn, but here are my thoughts on that subject this week.
9 Minutes 29 Seconds
If this were a play, perhaps a grand Shakespearian style play, set in a modern and virtual Globe Theater, we’d know the cast. The hero who meets a tragic end, the lady who has lost him, the villain who admits no crime. I get to be the narrator and at the beginning, I shall stride from the wings into the center stage. I’d be small on the grand stage, just a slender little man with a long brown braid, in cargo pants and a tie-dyed hoodie, nothing much to look at, but my movements, the way I carry myself would fortend some great story. The orchestra would slowly fade away, as I lean forward, my hands making a grand gesture framing my face, now the only fully lit feature of the stage.