Nostalgia can be a dangerous pool to dabble in, but I do miss the days where a roll of pink tokens ensured the opportunity to try games on the cheap.
Good morning, all. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well. Just finished making a bowl of savory oatmeal (I’ve been on a kick lately, taking inspiration from Kevin Hearne’s breakfast endeavors). While cooking the oatmeal, I listened to the rest of Bishop Garrison’s short story, “The Silver Door Diner,” the first featured story … Continue reading The Power in Pie and Conversation: Listening to Bishop Garrison’s “Silver Door Diner”
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.