For me, control is all I ever think I have (and thus I’m lying to myself). What happens when control gets ripped away from us completely?

What is innocence?

What is blame?

What are cows?

Apparently I’m on a HHGTTG kick this week.

The best laid plans of mice.

And men.

What?

That whole saying, “the best laid plans of mice and men.”

I don’t think that’s how it goes…

— HHGTTG (Movie Memory)

When we become monsters, we begin to wonder if that was all we ever were…

Time to give Callie a little love, not just with a spotlight, but with a dive into who she is and why I wrote her that way.

A lot of things end up on the cutting room floor. How can I make these decisons, or justify them considering I have a lot more to work with than movie or tv directors do, not being limited by technology, time, or investors?

What’s this? A change in perspective! How rare…

Missed a blog-blog this week, sorry about that, but here, why not delve into a reflection on what it feels like to almost give up completely and how one can save one’s self from it?

Its easy for people to say to “never give up,” because most of those people have never found themselves at the bottom of a mineshaft thousands of feet below the surface of the city, impaled on a stalagmite.

Loss isn’t just a powerful human emotion, it’s probably the emotion we avoid dealing with at any cost. We block it from our minds, distract ourselves, but how often do we really deal with it?

The Greeks had nine muses to help them when they needed inspiration. Nowadays we’re lucky to feel inspired to do anything after a long day. How can we overcome that burnout?

Loss is horrific, but imagine losing more after losing your own life.

While we hide from the truth often, we need to face it in order to garner the respect of those around us. Respect comes from knowing others, knowing ourself, and humility more than power.

I decided to take a look at my projects, see where I was with them, where I wanted to go with them, and start putting together a roadmap of what was going to be developed and released to the public and how. None of this is written in stone, but just ideas I have floating around in my noggin.

After the intensity of last week, the Coterie pushes on towards the vault, each musing over the change in their dynamic and understanding of one another, for better or for worse.

Anger is a poison, but one that we don’t drink, one that our body creates. It is up to us to learn not just how that poison is made, but how best to filter it away.

Fantasy stories exist for a reason, and there’s a strong reason why I chose to create this particular fantasy story with my friends. There are many horrors in our world, and what we need more than anything is heroes to face it. But heroes can only come from one place.

When we’re put into situations we can’t control, it’s not uncommon for us to feel rage. What happens when that rage comes with unfathemoble power?

Callie and Grey’s relationship is… complicated. But before you start picking sides, remember that they’re all part of the same whole. Each a reflection of myself. Let’s talk about where Callie stands…

Life is busy, and making ends meet is tight. How can I pursue my dream of being an author while also working full time?