I wake up to find myself entombed in a casket.
Knowing that that is the only way how to mask it.
I lay still as I feel a warmth creeping towards my solitary prison. 51 more words
One of the most fascinating aspects of Pontecorvo’s masterpiece is, for me, the obvious inspiration (at least stylistically) he drew from the cinéma vérité movement that had spawned in the early 60s as the Algerian War was coming to a head. 916 more words
Twice I have aspired to participate in this phenomenon which is called NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. That is, the month of November. If you haven’t heard of it, the idea is to set a word goal for yourself, and using the provided website and other participants for encouragement, pound out a novel in one month. 600 more words
After reluctantly filing away my in-stasis WIP, I dug out another unfinished piece that I can finally complete. It was technically going to be the third novella for The Book of Lost Princes, but the plot proved to be more complicated than what a 20K-word piece could realistically handle. 506 more words