Limitations

We husband our powers and imagine we shape our lives like clay. In truth we make only monsters cobbled from this stolen from that nothing ever truly our own. Every idea  from its humblest beginnings to its bitterest end passed through the filter of the mob, whose tongues will wag and words will burn if our creature isn’t as lurching and hideous as their own. Who am I to them (or me to you) that freedom should be so...

New Fiction Site

I have started serializing my WIP, Cold Haven. At this time, it is incomplete and current material is enough to see us into August. I've struggled with writer's block for over a year on this one, but a recent post by Worderella has hopefully broken me out of it. She suggests asking "What can go wrong?" rather than "What happens next?" What can go wrong in Cold Haven? Plenty. I hope to see you over the...

Wary

I calculate your worth while you analyze my smile. Fearful of the future, skeptical of the moment, envious of all who came before, but still we carry on. Love is a messy business. This was written for Three Word Wednesday....