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Edgar Allan Poe

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Yeah, but by using two other chunks of the same writing project, I first got Dan Brown (....maybe I need to do some revising there) and Stephen King, so I'm a little skeptical of this analysis.

Writer's Block: Too scary!!

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now?

I had nightmares about the front door of my house. The layout of the door was a little reminiscent of a face, with panels kind of like eyes and a doorbell for a nose - it's a pretty big stretch, but it's about all I can think of to explain it. In my nightmares, the door would be pulling me in slowly with an invisible force, and I would try to get away. Sometimes it talked in a creepy deep voice. Sometimes I would manage to run away. Sometimes it would pull me in, and that's when I woke up in terror.

For years after I had the nightmares, I would always run by the door if I was passing it at night.

The Truth about Santa

I've got the germ of an idea for a post/essay about how the role of Santa Claus has changed from the time I was a kid, and how "believing in Santa" has become a bigger deal, and how all the Christmas movies where believing is a major plot point, even shown as a redeeming force of good against all the cynicism and evil in the modern world, or whatever. But so I'm not just basing it on my anecdotal evidence, I'm putting forward a slightly-more-scientific poll:

How old were you when you found out the truth about Santa, if Santa was ever part of your beliefs at all? Apparently, since I don't have a paid account anymore, I can't make it an actual poll, so please answer in comments. It'd also be helpful to know approximately how old you are now. Thanks!
Holy crap I'm leaving for Japan tomorrow.

I'll screen comments, so please leave me your address if you'd like a postcard.


I just came home from work, sat down at my computer, and wrote a short story. 2600 words. That's more than I've written in one day in years.

It's going to need revision, I know that already, but I actually got a draft of it down on paper. That's been so hard for me lately, but this one came pretty easily. I didn't even stop to eat dinner until after I finished it.

How is it that yesterday I was feeling so rotten, like I was never going to accomplish anything, and today I can write a whole story? I look at it, and I don't think, "this story sucks," I think, "Hmm, this story could stand to be paced better, but I should probably let it sit for a while before I revise it." And of course, I'm thinking, "this could be the first story I publish."

It's nice, not to feel like a failure.

The story is about a woman who finds out the truth about her origins, and that she's not exactly who she thinks she is, but what really matters is the person she's become, not where she was born. Stories always sound so lame when you boil them down like that.

God, it felt so good. This is what I want to do. I am going to be - no, I am a writer. No matter how down and depressed I feel, I can never give up on that. And I never will.

Reader Rabbit

Wow, nostalgia city. I remember playing most of these games. My family definitely had Reader Rabbit, a slew of Carmen Sandiegos, Math Blaster, and Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing, and Number Crunchers looks really familiar too.

The Top 10 Most Influential Educational Video Games from the 1980s

Does anyone remember the game where you had to take pictures of robots? I can't remember what it was called, you were walking around the halls of a building - a school, maybe? It played "In the Hall of the Mountain King" as background music.

3 AM Inspiration

So I woke up at 3 AM with a title for a book or a story in my head - "Firefly Blood." So now I'm trying to decide which sort of inspiration it was, either the kind that's too brilliantly awesome for the fully-conscious mind, or the kind with quotation marks around the "brilliantly awesome."


Now with both a new screen and a new video cable, my laptop finally works again, for the first time in months. I have Josh to thank, because when I tried to connect things it still didn't work.

Hurray for Lappy! Long Live the Lappy!

Here's my little black and white cat Muppet escaping from the box Josh closed him in, while his buddy Ginger looks on.

Initial Fantasy

I've decided to finally post my webcomic:


The pages I've posted so far were drawn a whopping two years ago...ouch! But I've also done five pages in the last couple days, and I've got about 25 more or less ready to go, so I think I'm ready to give this a shot.