My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

A reader [is] a time traveler.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

My breath may smell like two inches from a landfill, but I'm a decent writer and one hell of a chef.

You'll never know if you've created or will create that one story worth a million dollars. Keep writing!

True writers have multiple personalities. Every one of them is insane.

Only a few days left (as my macabre mind sees it) until Halloween 2018. It is the most wonderful time of the year for a sociopathic pneuma like me.

Writing, for me, is the easiest thing in the world to do. Just kidding!

Why do I write fact-based fiction? With secrecy so inscrutable, I'm looking to needle someone about someone or something.