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RANT: I HATE Writing

Creator Journals 7/22/25 I’ve got a headache today, and I’m not really in the best mood, so I’m going to rant. This is going to be kind of a moody, negative rant, so be warned. I hate writing. That’s the short version of it. I hate how much the process itself has to take upContinue reading “RANT: I HATE Writing”

Drill It Into My DNA

Creator Journals 7/10/25 It was a busy day today, and I still managed to get out 1500 words and finish chapter 6. I’ve been busy and stressed, but I think I’m getting stronger. I think I’m gaining a better immunity to distractions. I’ve also started going on daily walks and drinking more water, so it’sContinue reading “Drill It Into My DNA”

Creator Journals 6/10/25

I was all psyched to write today, then I realized I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning and a work meeting in the afternoon. Now my time is mostly up. My apartment is also kind of a mess, and I probably need to clean it up. Such is life. I’m trying to find aContinue reading “Creator Journals 6/10/25”

WD 147 “Two Incomes”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Two Incomes I began to weep My worker’s hands torn and shredded with broken calluses Is this everything we can be Ships stationed at a dock, dreaming of the ocean? I canter softly across the deck and take my place at your side, the horizon IsContinue reading “WD 147 “Two Incomes””

WD 115 “Whistle Blower”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Whistle Blower Keep a close watch on The TV monitor, resplendent with static snow flakes as It’s images keep me alive, willing To which end? I don’t know when lies become truth and I’ve never seen the end of the series, but it’s a molotov cocktailContinue reading “WD 115 “Whistle Blower””

WD 88 “Sons of Whatever”

A verse inscribed in Fire and Light. Sons of Whatever Fungi Myxomycota is the name of a species that is neither plant nor animal. It nourishes itself by photosynthesis. It needs sunlight to live. The Fungi Myxomycota reproduces asexually, splitting its cells down the middle, into two separate beings; yet, when injured, the solid massContinue reading “WD 88 “Sons of Whatever””