Kick In The Ass

Today I was contemplating a few strategies, but not really getting anything done. Contemplating is just another word for procrastination, therefore an enemy to getting actual writing done. It's a personal downfall, one of many. There are many pieces I will put on...
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Lure – Cover

After some time pondering what I wanted, how I thought it should look...here it is. This is the cover for the new story, "Lure". I believe it conveys the message I want. One more pass and it's done. Look for Lure next week, I think. Tags: lure, cover,...
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Yamaha Bolt R-Spec Mods – Brake Light

Visiblity

And now…making your Yamaha Bolt say “Oh Shit!” …or other bad and smartass things.

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Now we wait…

Well, it's on Amazon, sitting in review. But here's the cover to gawk at...exciting, ain't it! That was actually too damn easy. Anyone can publish something now days. I'll post a link once it's released...buy it. Tags: cover, wait, amazon,...
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Garbage

A series of things, add a little Karma, and toss in a dash of coincidence and you have a message. This morning I walked into my office to find a bag of garbage sitting on the floor...looks like the cleaning staff forgot take it with them. Get into the Monday meeting,...
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Focus on — Nothing

Door banging open, cold woosh blooming into the steamy room. In the bedroom curtains swirl and bloom as the outside wind blows. She grabs the towel, half-wrapping it around her dripping body and looks sternly towards the open door. One hand reaches forward as she...
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The recent past…in writing

New Writing Draft – The Diluvian Mountains

The Diluvian Mountains were a bitter set of black and grey teeth jutting from a flood plain that was sparsely populated. Steep, tall, prone to releasing torrents of glacial flood waters at a whim, not many cities had seen a desire to set roots close by, so there were few who called the place home. The residents who did were seasonal farmers and hunters who would risk the plains during warm weather, growing fast, high-yield crops they could harvest quickly for market then return to the higher valleys to wait out winters, hunting, until the next cycle began.

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2016 Riding Season is Here!

My Yamaha Bolt has been in the dark for far too long. Has your own bike suffered from months of hibernation?

It’s time, my friends; Winter is releasing its cold grip on the Northern Hemisphere. Everywhere the dark is receding, the snows are melting, temperamental storms are voicing change and the air is (slowly) getting warmer.

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Just Read It…

“…some considered me an embarrassment to the sport and wanted me to just go away.”

We make wheelchair ramps, we strive to fight cancer, we pass laws to fight behaviors leading to diabetes. Mental Illness? Hell no, put those people away; let’s not even talk to them.

Love us one minute, ignore or hate us the next…we live with enough darkness. The constant rejection just feeds the illness; it adds to our suicide rates (and that’s when friends and support seem to come out of nowhere…after we’re dead? We needed you before that!)

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Working on Cover Art

While waiting for my new glasses to arrive, I decided it was time to work on the prototype cover art for the new Mr. Rain piece. I had a base to start the cover from and an idea of where I wanted the cover to end…

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Bones

Tristan’s crawler stopped on a worn ridge with a view of bones. They had been a metropolis, once, before civilization retreated and the weather went mad; though it was the retreat of civilization, more than weather, that had destroyed this particular city. Elemental forces, time–they’d stripped the skin, though Tristan hardly gave it more attention than a convenient waypoint. It’s former status, the ghosts or history it may have held didn’t matter. Warning chimes sounded, reminding her that this was not the best time to stop and that was it. She silenced them with the push of a button that crunched as it ground particulates into finer substance and sat, listening to the sound of her own breath through a respirator.

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