Earlier this year I blogged about feeling inspired to write again , how I gained my writing mojo back after several years of writing drought. (Perhaps one day, I'll write about that period of time but suffice to say I was in a bit of a depression and didn't think highly of my own writing. But that time has passed and it is time to focus on the now, and more importantly, on the future.) As I said it that blog post, I intended 2015 to be the year I took writing seriously again, and so far, I've stuck to my word. I didn't mention it back then (perhaps because I was afraid of jinxing it) but I renewed an old contract, an old resolution I used to make every end of the year , and that was promising myself I'd write a short story a month, or twelve stories a year. I've never been able to keep that promise and at the end of the year, I'd self-flagellate for not being able to live up to that promise. But this year felt different. There was certainly something...
Science Fiction. Fantasy. Malapropisms.