The Heroic Nude

The heroic nude dates back thousands of years, to my distant ancestors, the Ancient Greeks. Communal nudity was not uncommon to Greece, where farming, exercising, swimming, and sparring was practiced in nothing but bare skin. The prefix gymn means naked, denoting all of the activities originally practiced in the buff, including gymnastics and “going to the… Continue Reading →

2014 Year End Review

Radia Noora, the Princess of Aenya Well, folks, this is it, another year gone at the Writer’s Disease. I would like to say this was the year that my dreams came true, that I found a publisher for my work and sold millions, but alas, Fate has yet to smile on me. Like Frodo Baggins,… Continue Reading →

Aenya Newsletter 12/7/18

“But why is she naked?” This is the most annoying question I get about Ages of Aenya, whenever I post a picture of the Ilmar on social media. While the vast majority of comments are positive, I will inevitably get roasted for lack of realism on Facebook fantasy groups that allow for artistic nudity. On these… Continue Reading →

It Can Happen Here 3: Orwell’s 1984

    Whoo-boy   Rarely do words fail me like this, but after finishing George Orwell’s 1984, I am utterly at a loss for what to say. Nothing I can put into words, other than the words Orwell uses himself, can accurately describe the depth of despair, the hopelessness, the utter nihilism bound in this… Continue Reading →

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