No one move a muscle as the dead come home...
Tag: music
She’s Gonna Dream Out Loud
The line is from an under-appreciated song by a band who's seen better days. Waddling through rewrites, trying to get perspective on the gaggle of stories I have siting on my virtual desk, it's important to remind myself of the stories I'd love to read: I want a mecha story with a woman in the… Continue reading She’s Gonna Dream Out Loud
Ritual Space
Confession time: I write in public. Specifically, at a Panera off of Old Bridge road in Woodbridge, VA. I have a particular seat of which I'm fond. It's in the back, away from most of the rushing about. If I arrive after 8 AM, it will be occupied and I have to find another spot.… Continue reading Ritual Space
Biomechanoid Blues 