where are my words?

My laptop sits open on the foot of my bed, waiting, the cursor blinking in the white, blank space of Word. I sit cross-legged in front of it, and then I lay down on my stomach to stare at it. I roll over onto my back to contemplate the ceiling instead and after about fifteen [...]

identity

I want to bring up something that I'm sure a lot of creative people struggle with, especially when they're just starting out. Maybe you're a writer, or an actor, an artist, a musician. You know your passion and you work hard at it. But you still have rent and bills and food and clothes to [...]

music : Chocolate Digestives (and le Berceuse de Champignons)

Here's something a little different today! Recently I've gotten back into music composition, something I find both amazingly fun and crazy difficult! The last time I finished any composition that I was happy with was a very, very long time ago. Maybe 2009, 2010? Yep! My method of composing is a lot like my method [...]

short-story : red, white and silver

There were still stitches on her chest, black thorns twisting over her heart. She ran a finger over the crude threads as she looked at the thin, snowy dress waiting for her and hoped that the stitches wouldn’t show beneath it. Bring me her heart, her stepmother had said. And so they had. Whatever beat [...]

short-story : refrain

Dust, like a constellation of stars, drifted through the sunlit room. It covered the books and photographs, the forgotten ornaments on the windowsill. A soft, silver coat fell on everything but the polished walnut piano against the wall, shining under the sun’s spotlight. The door creaked as she entered, snow-haired and slippered-feet, and sat down [...]