Halloween Gallery

So I still haven't done a piece of Halloween flash. Part of it is, I'm still recovering from finishing the last novel, and part of it is my usual trouble with short fiction.

Instead, I thought I'd contribute a few macabre paintings. I seem to paint instead of writing shorts...

I think the witch is my favorite. Or maybe the Pirate Girl in the swamp. Hm...

In case I don't post tomorrow, Happy Halloween y'all!!

Victory Lap

Finish line: crossed.

Ground: kissed.


Be well my friends, I'll blog again soon.

That All You Got, Pansies?

So I'm basically hammering away:

Yeah, I'm taking over the tattoo shop in a month.

And working a LOT of extra shifts to make it happen.

And finishing the new novel. Another week. Maybe two.

And moving house. (Did I not mention moving? Yeah, I'm moving in a couple weeks.)

And trying like hell to find a tattooist who won't flake out after one day.

You know what I need? What's been lacking? This weekend I found out:

Food Poisoning.

Maybe it was a stomach virus, I don't know. After a day and a half of vomiting, I didn't care.

One good thing about the experience, there was plenty of time to think. I figured out where BURIED was going wrong, unpicked the bad chapters and am once again going strong. Full throttle, as it were...

Also, it turns out, I'm less the Marv-type than Dwight. Probably on account of that time I faked my own death. Maybe it's a coincidence on account of the Dwight tattoo on my leg these last ten years. Who knows? My favorite thing is that I came in second for Lucielle! Which Sin City character are you?




At the moment, the Full Throttle Daily Wordcout-O-Meter stands at 63,000 words (since about 3,000 had to come out...)

Slow Moving, All Limbs Intact

Because everyone deserves to find that special someone...


Even if they're dead.

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Today I hit the Act II Climax right on time-- the Full Throttle Wordcount-O-Meter stands at 60,000 words!