Tag Archives: Hollow Bones

I Don’t Love NY, But I Lust For It

I Don’t Love NY, But I Lust For It

In August, I left Seattle, the closest thing I have to a hometown now, and took the train across the top of the United States to New York. The trip was amazing, bleak and frustrating, but watching the change in landscape – from the glorious mountains and springs of western Montana through to the bleakContinue Reading

Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block, creative constipation, artist’s block – whatever you want to call it – is a big problem for writers, artists, musicians, and creative professionals. Some people say that ‘writer’s block’ doesn’t really exist – that you aren’t trying hard enough, don’t have a good routine, are quitting, etc. Others, including many suffering writers ofContinue Reading

Genre Fiction: May Contain Queer

Genre Fiction: May Contain Queer

At risk of further alienating my straight male and female audiences (don’t worry, there’s stuff for you all as well!), I am here today to rant about one of my greatest passions/peeves – the way in that people generally expect genre fiction to be automatically heterosexual in theme, whereas ‘LGBT fiction’ is not fiction whichContinue Reading

Editing, Queries, and Why I am Not Self-Publishing

Editing, Queries, and Why I am Not Self-Publishing

Things have been quiet in Jamesland lately, for a number of reasons. Firstly, this period of year sucks – there is very little merriment that goes on. I did, however, have a one-man thanksgiving for all the progress I’ve made this last year: for all the successes and failures, getting my first job, finishing myContinue Reading

Duende: Part Three

Duende: Part Three

Part Three of Six. Duende is a Gay eroticĀ  scifi-fantasy/horror story cowritten with MJB’s lover and partner in crime, the amazing canth?Decided. The Alexi of this story isĀ  indeed the one and many Alexi Sokolsky, and while this story may hint at his future directions, it in no way gives away the end of HollowContinue Reading

Trench Warfare: The Endless Battle with Poor Self-Esteem

From a very early age, I was taught that I was worthless. A conservative estimate would be around 5000 people, each one of whom told me (often explicitly and unpleasantly) that I was fat, ugly, stupid, useless, an idiot, a nerd, that I deserved to die, and so on. 5000. Most of them were myContinue Reading