Skip to main content



Seasons Grumblings

As we creep steadily closer to the holidays and nightmares of how much money isn't in my bank account dance through my mind, I'm turning my focus instead to trying to break into the writing field -- big honking surprise there, I know, but it's that or resign myself to a Christmas season spent celebrating by gnawing on a straight-jacket in a padded room somewhere. What makes this most recent spate of determination different from all the others that have burned bright in my heart and then withered into nothingness is that I finally decided to quit lying to myself about how I want to go about a writing career. I figured I would do the adult thing with my writing passion and go the route of copyediting and technical writing, and doing freelance blog submissions. No big, right? It'll be easy to snag one of those, right? They probably don't even need you to have a bunch of experience or education in the field, right?

Ha frickin' ha. I signed up for an email newsletter…

Latest Posts

Good for What Ails Ye

The night is dark and full of pompous pricks

It's All in the Reflexes

We're all mad here...

Do you know what lives in your walls? It's nightmares.

We interrupt this program to bring you Nepotism. This is not a test.

What can you do with a BA in Tedium?

A fine line between genius and insanity

"The jungle is dark but full of diamonds..."*

The Taxonomy of Art