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A few important things to know about rock candy: It might be the earliest form of candy, with records of it appearing around 2,000 years ago. It’s pure sugar (with a pinch of food coloring)—if Pixie Sticks are the cocaine of the candy world, rock candy is the crack cocaine. It has a string in
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*Amended after a bit of reflection and a few off-line conversations to help clarify. Thanks for your patience.* I had the good fortune this morning to be feeling guilty over a long gap in blog posts while in the company of my friend and fellow writer Nicole Feldringer. She knows that I’m one of
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As a very vocal supporter of the NBC sitcom Community over the past three seasons, I’ve done my part in trying to bring new viewers to the show. I’ve even succeeded in showing episodes to friends who don’t watch any television. If you follow that kind of thing, you might understand why the past few
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I’ve warned y’all that for me, 2012 is largely going to be the year of the novel edits. I figure it’s about time to give the curious a bit of an update on that process. Does this mean I’ve hit a milestone? You’re goddamned right. A little over a year ago, I put the finishing
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I’ve been a bit radio-silent for a while, and for that I apologize. Just like I do every time I go radio silent, I suppose. This writing thing, I’m telling you people. It is not for the weak of heart or the lazy. It just isn’t. Between some tight writing deadlines, some pretty rigid (but
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Can it be less than a year since I talked about faith/religion/and spirituality? What the hell kind of writing blog is this anyway? Mine. And I have something to get off my chest. Some of you might remember my earlier post on faith, Let’s Talk About Sects, Baby. If not, I’ve provided the link. It’s
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I had a less than restful night last night. Part of this was due to not one, but two separate and very different dreams about getting lost in familiar territory. I don’t hold to the prophetic dream school–at least not as far as my own dreams are concerned. I see dreams as the subconscious sweeping
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I’ve always had a bit of a love for the underdog. Maybe it’s because I always felt like a bit of an underdog myself. The guys at the top always had this sense of privilege that rubbed me the wrong way. So my heroes became the rebels, long before Star Wars made it cool. I’m talking old-school–Robin
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I’ve talked about death a few times in these pages. I’d like to say it’s an occupational hazard. I mean, I do write horror (among other things), so it’s going to come up. But more often than not, my posts about death are about real people, and how those deaths effect me and our culture
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I’m not certain how it happened, but my writing group all writes speculative fiction. But within that, there’s a pretty wide range of styles. The other day, one of my friends in the group posted about an interest in writing horror. Up until that point, I knew that Nicole did sci-fi and urban fantasy. But
Tales from the Ragged Edge 