Crunch Time
So it goes. There's too much to do and not enough coffee (or tea, Red Bull, etc) to do it with. I've been forced to push a lot of my writing aside for the time being. There's only one story I've got...
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Three things.One, current load of reporting has been kicking my ass so hard I can hear Hunter S. Thompson chuckling just before I black out. I understand that might not have been the best nor the most...
View ArticleLet The Scribbling Begin
April is done. I survived. And after a week and a half spent hanging out with my lovely girlfriend, a number of tasty (and gust-busting) sushi dates, a Guinness, and a party with a number of my best...
View ArticleGiving It All But Nought, Captain!
May's been slower than expected, but I'm working away. Been making steady progress on "Instant Gratification", and I even found the time to put out a short story a few weeks ago, "Audiocide". It's...
View ArticleReporting In
"Instant Gratification" hit 10,000 words yesterday. It's early days yet, but the scene I'm currently working on should go fairly quickly. Nothing much else to say. Currently holed up in a friend's...
View ArticleA Bio, Reiterated
Glance at the top left-hand bar for the short version. I'm a writer based out of Toronto. I'm unrepresented, unpaid, and (currently) unpublished in print. Web content is a different bucket of fish....
View ArticleGenre and Style, Revisted
I write anything but poetry. And even then, my aim is to tension prose to hum without the need for stanzas or verse or a mic stand in a basement somewhere. I prefer longer work--novels,...
View Article"Paragons"
--"The city is piling up at her feet and she's laughing.A hefty matron in shredded summer dress and a black-pearl noose of a necklace folds at the waist, empties green-grey intestines across the...
View Article"Paragons", Expanded
--"The city is piling up at her feet and she's laughing.A hefty matron in shredded summer dress and a black-pearl noose of a necklace folds at the waist, empties green-grey intestines across the...
View ArticleOctober+New Project
October. Shit.In short, reporting has eaten my soul. But over reading week (and between two profile interviews I may or may not be doing in the morning) I'm doing my best to carve out chunks of time...
View ArticleRead This
I could fill your screen with a 1,000 word manifesto detailing the reasons why I write dark, dystopian, slightly jarring work despite being a human being that's reasonably optimistic about the future...
View ArticleOnce More Into The Breach
Still alive.I go back to freelancing in less than a week. The paper wants me back, and a good friend (former news editor) just came back to the communities desk. Meaning I'll have two desks to work...
View Article"Deluge"--Sketches
A hundred Andromeda suns fizzle under ether yokes. Gravity chafes, sends sparks flying into the long dark. Touches off nebulae and pockets of hyper-combustible gasses. Cataclysms send plasma tendrils...
View ArticleMotherboard+A Few Career Changes
First off.Sci-fi and speculative fiction writers--check out Terraform if you haven't already. It's a subsection of Motherboard, Vice's science and technology culture vertical 'site. A beautiful place...
View Article"Sanctuary"--Sketch (Deadfall excerpt)
A parade of the scarcely living shuffled across the flagstones of the Causeway Al-Koji.For weeks, it had trudged across the sweltering tropic glades of the inner Oman Caliphate: bound to unmarked...
View Article"Contours Worth Levelling"
Trapped inside the contours of your own pallid skull, you begin your schemes anew.Imagine Byzantine tunnels (awakening), hopping across the smouldering gridiron of mundane circumstance carved across...
View Article"Husks"
Granite foothills inched over tundra. A crescent, enveloped by a smattering of pines. Error one: right climate, wrong soil. Permafrost left native shrubs stunted and inbred—why should it spare anything...
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