There’s a particular kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep. It comes from context switching.

Somewhere between our flag pins and our Tim Hortons mugs, there’s an unspoken rule most Canadians live by...

It’s been a month since *Pejorative* left my desk and entered the noise.

Learn how to recognise manipulation, think critically, and protect yourself from political and emotional influence.

Wonder where I've been. Getting ready to launch my book. This is the behind the scenes.

Dystopia isn’t new, it’s already lived by many.

Drive without noticing those rails is dangerous. To assume they will hold no matter how we speed toward them is worse.

Coffee in one hand, edits in the other, the rest of the cottage still asleep.

Proof copy. Red pen. Beta readers circling. Fractured timelines & testimony stitched into a risky book.

In the ruins, he found a ticket. One last show before the credits rolled.

Weekly fiction short story prompt from The Ink Well

Historian Elias Vonn violated the code. During a sanctioned mission to 1849 St. Louis, he fell in love.

After hitting the halfway point in edits for Pejorative, I circled back to Chapter One and knew it had to go.

Weekly fiction short story prompt from The Ink Well

Inkwell Prompt 230 - At Coromandel Echo, 2158, rain lashes war-torn runways as Unity’s propaganda machine spins

“The signal is faint. My thoughts, however, are not.” Sun’s trying to break through, though most days it’s as indecisive as my knees on a staircase. Lately, I’ve been riding a current of edits on Pejorative.

The heat broke records last week. My inbox broke expectation. A full manuscript request.

Druuvira joins the quest unbeknowst to Thorin. She seeks out libation in a local tavern amidts the town seige.

Follow the game play as Thorin embarks alone on an unknown quest. He needs compatriots. Will you join the quest?

Lets' combine AI and D&D - See what we get.