Twenty-five years ago I first learned origami; the box, the balloon, the jumping frog. I like paper-folding. I like the feel of the creases coming into place as I gently break the paper fibers under my nail. I like the … Continue reading
I’ve been waiting for the day to come that I’d start getting texts from strangers. Someone clearly typoed my number into their phone, and now I’m getting messages meant for someone else. ETA: To make this easier to follow, I … Continue reading
Hey guys, guess what is now available on Smashwords? Oh, only Bits of Bliss – Volume 1! What is it, you say? Bits of Bliss is 9 pieces of erotic fiction for under a dollar, ranging from modern times in familiar settings, to … Continue reading
I can say that because I’ve published a book. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/153938 This began several years ago, when I started having nightmares. Not that I’d never had nightmares before, mind you… but I’d never had them one on top of another, ceaselessly, all … Continue reading
That’s right, I moved! No, not in meatspace… but here! A lot of it probably looks pretty much the same, which means the move was successful, but when you look up at the URL you’ll see that I’m at callmebliss.wordpress.com … Continue reading
So, you guys may have seen me talk about +C. Corey Fisk before. You’ve seen me wax all glowing and girlcrushy about her because, frankly, she is crushable on pretty much all conceivable levels of crushability. Beyond that, though… this woman is … Continue reading
It becomes increasingly tricky to innovate a fairly well-explored fiction genre, and the idea of a zombie apocalypse is no exception – zombies are fast or slow, voodoo or viral, after your brains or simply any iron-rich tissue of the … Continue reading
I’m taking part in a story Blog Hop, where four writers are each contributing a piece of a story over the course of four weeks! Mine is Week 3/Part 3, so if you haven’t yet read the story up to … Continue reading
“But it’s just a bunch of toys on cardboard.” “It is and it isn’t. We’re up here looking down on it, see. Lincoln Logs, a piece of fabric draped over Rock ’em Sock ’em robots, a little old silver stereo … Continue reading
When she was born, she slept much. Her cries when first she emerged were soft and quickly quieted when place in my arms, and when the midwife was left, I spent hours (tired though I was) contemplating her as I … Continue reading