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1. I was nearly hired by Marvel Comics as a writer on 5 separate occasions but never got a job with them (Still hopin’ though)

2. One of the first bookshops I had ever visited as a young child, I only very recently found out, was a legendary hub for sci-fi writers of the 60’s. Twilight Zone writers including George Clayton Johnson and Ray Bradbury frequented the store almost religiously.

3. I hate proofreading, not out of some egotistical sense but because reading my words makes me cringe almost as much as hearing my own voice, especially the older the words. Twenty year old me was actually pretty snobby and misogynistic (former anti-friendzoner, over here).

4. Because I live in L.A., there’s always a little part of me that thinks I’ll have a chance at dating someone famous, even for just a little bit… even if it’s a youtube celebrity *makes wiggly eyebrows at Mary Kate Wiles* 

5. I had trained under several different martial arts and I’m not afraid to throw fisticuffs if absolutely necessary. But I abhor violence and feel disgustingly guilty every time I land a punch/kick square on a living target.


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And this is my life.
And this marriage is Emma Approved.

I am excited beyond words

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Fifty-Seven Days

Sam got out of the car when he saw the old man walk out onto the lawn. Though they were fitted, Sam wasn’t used to the new clothes, or maybe nerves convinced him his hands weren’t busy enough. He checked his pockets three or four times before the old man saw him. Sam smiled and was unsure if it was appropriate to hide his smile or not. The stern look on the old man’s face assured him it would be best to do away with the smile and shake hands. The old man looked at Sam’s hand for a reasonable second before shaking it. Two large men were carrying a large dresser out of the old man’s front door.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked. “Are you guys moving? I thought you loved this place.”

“Actually, we’re starting renovations on the house this weekend.”

“Looks like you’re moving a lot of stuff.”

“We’re doing the whole house, practically.”

“Nice!” Sam was unsure if he was feigning interest or not. “So Paul is going to get a bigger room?”

“Paul won’t be living with us anymore.”

“Why not?”

“He’s moving out, heading to college.”

“College? Wow! That is excellent news. I can’t believe my little brother is headed out to college. I bet he’s super smart too. He was always the genius of the family.”

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A Bout with Writer’s Block

I certainly hope that you, the reader, would find it in your heart to forgive me for making you wait so long in between releasing stories. You see, I’ve run into what we in the trade like to refer to as writer’s block. It’s a concept that I’m sure you’re all too aware of. Even as I commit these words to the page I haven’t the foggiest notion how to tug on that proverbial narrative thread. But to make up for my long absence, I present to you, to the best of my recollection, what has occurred during my unannounced hiatus as I battled writer’s block. What follows after this paragraph is based on true events (mostly).

Poised at my desk with my wrists elevated over the delicate keys of my aged Underwood, the ideas were all but flowing. I looked behind me at the open door to my office and called for Muse. I would not be so presumptuous as to call her mine, but she had seemed to favor me lately. Perhaps I was hers. She doesn’t have a true name so one day I referred to her simply as Muse, a moniker she seemed to find amusing. This particular day her fickle heart brought her—Well, I had no idea where she was. I still don’t. This would not be a problem if I wasn’t so near to the end of a story and was in dire need of her inspiration.

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"If there was a day off for Clara, which companion out of the history of Doctor Who would you like to travel with?"

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we all know thats a load of shit gandalf

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