Those who don’t adapt, who don’t evolve, are doomed to perish—and since I trust natural selection, I’ve striven to adapt,… Read more Memories of My Mystifying Muses
Those who don’t adapt, who don’t evolve, are doomed to perish—and since I trust natural selection, I’ve striven to adapt,… Read more Memories of My Mystifying Muses
If I were to describe myself in cultural stereotypes, I know exactly what to list: I have the mind of… Read more Myself in Stereotypes
He closed his eyes and let go of his last breath, which fluttered away in the shape of moths and… Read more The Death of a Hopeless Romantic
I sat there, in the middle of it all, because I wanted to write, ignoring the hustle and bustle that… Read more Some Hopeful Tolerance
A while ago, I decided to put under self-scrutiny my unrelenting fascination–nay, addiction–to heroines. Read that again, and check the… Read more Writing of Heroine Addiction
An epiphany struck me tonight, as its kind usually does for me while writing and reveling with whiskey and inspiring… Read more My Writing Gift
MEPHISTOPHELES And then you’ll speak of faith and love eternal, of a single, overpowering urge— will that flow so… Read more My Faustian Choice
I like observing people, even more so if they don’t notice. I don’t know why or what exactly, but there’s… Read more Confession of a Visionary Voyeur
I won’t tell this story the way it happened. I will tell it the way I remember it, because that’s… Read more La Vie Est Nice in Nice