OK, folks, this is going to be a rather short post, but with a BIG announcement! Before we get to that, though, I should mention that the final editing process is going smoothly. I am currently on Chapter 20 of 42, almost halfway there! Merowin Mathonway and Lilliea Graton by Jasmine Alimonos The thing about... Continue Reading →
I have long maintained the belief that storytelling is humanity's greatest achievement. Storytelling, and to a larger extent, art, is what inspires us. It gives us hope, direction, and a sense of purpose. This is my biggest soapbox issue, and the reason I have devoted my life to the written word. Of course, not all... Continue Reading →
Ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality … Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. Anne Frank As a college history major, I feel confident saying that the Holocaust is the worst thing that... Continue Reading →
It may be the oldest meme in American politics: Everyone I don't like is Hitler! As everyone knows, if an online argument stretches long enough, eventually, some idiot will bring up Hitler. Hell, even America's first black president, Barack Obama, was compared to Hitler for maliciously giving us, the poor and struggling masses of this... Continue Reading →
I was once embarrassed to admit how much the game of Dungeons & Dragons has influenced my writing. Back in my day, serious writers would never admit to basing their fiction on anything so mundane, so pedestrian, so childish. Serious writers wore jackets with elbow patches, smoked pipes and cigars, and studied Russian and French... Continue Reading →
SEX!!! Everyone loves to think about it, and everyone is afraid to talk about it. So, as Salt-N-Pepa famously put it, "let's talk about sex babeee, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about sex." Sex has been a part of literature since the first cuneiform tablets were baked by the Sumerians, and yet... Continue Reading →
The Ilmar (plural) or Ilmarin (singular, descriptive) go by many names: savages, barbarians, wildlings. Given their total lack of clothing and their propensity for living in forests, hills, and river valleys, they are viewed by most other races as a lesser developed human subspecies closer to animals than a civilized people. This view is perpetuated... Continue Reading →
Is Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821—1881) the greatest author of all time? I think the answer to that may quite possibly be yes. It puts you in mind of some frail and sickly girl you sometimes note with pity, even a sort of compassionate love-and at others simply fail to notice at all, who suddenly, in an... Continue Reading →
Hey everyone, I am a bit under the weather today (a phrase coined by sailors forced below deck when falling ill and a term I learned after reading The Wager). So, given my weakened immune system, I am getting straight to the point here. My last review for 2025 is for Stephen King's The Langoliers.... Continue Reading →
Peter Pan made me cry. Ashamed as I am to admit it, JM Barrie's 120-year-old novella, a book intended for well-to-do British kids refusing to go to bed, made this jaded author---who scoffed at the overly saccharine storytelling in The Alchemist--- ball like someone who's never read a sappy story in his life. Mrs. Darling... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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