The Angry Reporter

My cat Smuttynose, a.k.a. Smutty, Smutters, Nosey, Noser, Tigger, Fluffyface, Winkins, Scion of Evil, and Elnie’s Baby, ...

Late tonight, while in the doldrums of boredom, my muse manifested. She's a tough old broad, part Ruth Gordon, part General Patton. A cr...

Realized journalism has done serious damage to my writing. For years, it's been a struggle to recapture a poetic essence of expression. ...

It's 1994. CompuServe connects humanity, a network beholden to subscribers chattering about politics, pop culture and...

Rummaging through my parent's house, I discovered a few tattered T-shirts from a bygone era (the 1990s). Yes, I like wearing comfortable...

For the past few months, I've been writing Secrets of Aetherium, the Weird Science sourcebook for Ravaged Earth. Secrets of Aetherium ...

Hunched over my laptop staring at the blinking cursor on the blank page. The whiteness on the glowing screen taunts me, an incessant "n...