Retelling Beauty and the Beast

Just because something has been done before, doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing again. I’ll admit it: I’m a sucker for a good fairy tale retelling, and Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. The story form is rich emotional soil for drama and intrigue, be it Cruel Beauty, A Court of ThornsContinue reading “Retelling Beauty and the Beast”

Sitting with fear and art

If you have generalized anxiety disorder, you’ve probably learned to talk to yourself about death. We all have our own methods, but my general script goes like this: Anxiety: You’re going to die because of X, here are the reasons. Me: I will die someday, and I’m going to take reasonable precautions to postpone that,Continue reading “Sitting with fear and art”

How Not to Announce Your Independently Published Novel on Facebook

Anyway, here’s a book I wrote. No, I didn’t self-publish because I was rejected by real publishers, I self-published because I’m too impatient and anxiety-ridden to write query letters in the first place. Anyway, here’s a book I wrote. I know, it’s audacious that I’d just go and write a book, then publish it withoutContinue reading “How Not to Announce Your Independently Published Novel on Facebook”

The Art Monster Tires Of Their Manic Pixie Dream Girl Skin

I am not here for you to learn a lesson. I am not here so you can be a better man, or a more clever man, or a more interesting man. I am here to tell stories. Maybe you’ll be one of them. Darling, that’s a threat. I don’t care if you like my stories.Continue reading “The Art Monster Tires Of Their Manic Pixie Dream Girl Skin”

Pilgrimage to Villa Diodati

We took Quai Gustave-Ador out of Geneva proper, walking along Lake Leman until the winter tourist crowds subsided. I insisted on walking, despite the cold which had migrated to my lungs. I knew it wouldn’t be the same by bus. If I didn’t walk, it wouldn’t feel to me like I’d really arrived at VillaContinue reading “Pilgrimage to Villa Diodati”

Pacific Northwest Gothic: A Template

  We start with fear and end with the fantasy. First, there is a corpse on a riverbank. Later, she dances on a stage with red velvet curtains. The North decays just as well as the South, but in deceptive ways. You won’t smell the body rot coming from the forest over the scent ofContinue reading “Pacific Northwest Gothic: A Template”