Books

The Monster in Blue

The Monster in Blue

 “M-Mama?! Maaaamaaaa?!” The feeling of dread started to rise within Booker. He swiveled his head from side to side, looking throughout the crowded department store. Mama was supposed to be right outside of the changing room, but she was nowhere to be seen. In his hands, Booker held a bright red shirt and dark blue pants that were perfectly suited for his first day of kindergarten. He pulled them closer to his body, trying to find some comfort in the soft fabric.

With A Little Help From My Friends

With A Little Help From My Friends

There we sat during both of our breaks.  The classroom was cool, and no children were around.  Only the sound of conversation could be heard.  I tried to block out the nagging thought that the chair I was sitting in was covered in kid germs so I could better listen to Mister B. 


The Story of Writing Or: How I Learned To Love (Hate) The Process

“I’m actually going to do it this time!  For real!”  These words have probably been uttered since time immemorial.  Quite honestly, I too have said them a lot.  There was a point in my life where I wanted to buy a magic set because “I’m totally gonna use it!”  I also knew that I wanted to make video games for a living, but that didn’t quite pan out either.  These are just a few examples of some things I convinced myself I would do but never quite got around to after a week or so of letting it simmer.