As humans, we have the tendency to frame things in terms of future circumstances. I’ll be happy when … After this week things will calms down … when I finish these projects I can finally relax … Once these three things happen, I will be satisfied … and this feels true to us, because why wouldn’t it? And to a certain extent, when the goals are centered on removing obstacles […]
One thing that writers get asked about a lot is where they get their ideas, and I’ve already blogged about that (spoiler: from everywhere!), but one thing that happens if you’re a person who tends to generate a ton of ideas (it’s me. Hi. I’m the problem. It’s me.) is that it can be hard to decide which idea to focus upon at any given time. The standard advice,
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This is an excerpt from my science fiction story, ‘Slipstream Serenade,’ which was recently published in ‘Divergent Realms,’ edited by Riley O’Dell. This is a collection of science fiction and fantasy stories about neurodivergence, written by actual neurodivergent people. It’s gotten great reviews and I am very excited to be included. They brought him coffee, at least. Cash sat in the uncomfortable chair, at the spare metal table. There was
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I have been in love with story since before I even knew what it was, before I could separate fiction from reality (jury’s still out on how well I can do that). My parents and grandparents read to me from the time I was an infant. My grandmother disliked the nastier details involved in some fairy tales, so instead she read me A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh stories, so these
Two years ago, I blew up my life. My wife and I were having a fight about something stupid. She left, angry, and said when I solved the problem she would come back. I was defensive. She was over-reacting. But something fundamental had changed. We hadn’t really been getting along for several years at that point. Most of that wasn’t her fault. But that day, I knew it was over.
The stairs that led to the top deck were unguarded, which was a good sign. He was tired of being stuck indoors. The door opened on a wide expanse of deck, with low benches built into the railing around the edge. There was a bar at the forward end, but no one was manning it. Three rangers patrolled the deck, watching for any signs of trouble. This made him feel
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