Wish I had a panda shirt.
Now that my MA program has finally ended my mind is free to drift towards other pursuits, as is its sexy wont. I have been getting back into writing: editing my first book and working on turning my second book up to 11. It's nice to have the time for fiction writing again between the 48 meetings I have daily as part of my new role as MS Coordinator/iron fist of sexy justice.
My new office is kick ass.
To celebrate that, I wrote a new story. Super short, as my stories have become over the years. One might call it refinement, but one should probably just call it abject laziness. Since my short story collections (available here! Hee hee) have sold a whopping 23 copies, I thought it'd be cool to make some available here to mark the occasion: me delivering a new masterpiece into the frothing, sweaty hands of my massive fanbase. So below I have included my two most recent tales. Read if you'd like. If you hate them, no worries. If they give you an author crush, feel free to send me tokens of esteem in the form of beer or small packets of gummy beers. Either way, I always love feedback, so tell me how great I am, or how much my writing reminds you of why some people SHOULD have their dreams crushed. Enjoy!
A story about growing up, dreams, and smoke machines. A bit PG 13.
The Speed of Light
Love, loss, and (possibly) samosas.