Editing and Self-Worth
I know, I know. I said I was going to be posting more checks calendar a month ago, and have yet to post more. It turns out keeping to a schedule when you don't have comments and likes to drive you is hard!
I'm in the
Joseph Pitha
Posting more and writing less
Editors note: The image doesn't mean anything, I just liked it and it was free.
I submitted this blog to a few indie blog aggregators and a bunch of them didn't have any authors! If I'm going to be first, I'm going
I'm Not Missing!
If I were smart, I'd say that you haven't gotten a newsletter in a while because I'm respecting your time an attention by not making you read something that is just a bunch of words about nothing and wasting your time.
That is true,
New Year, New Followers
Happy February and Happy 2026. It's been a wild one, and promises to get weirder from here on out. Do your best, make sure you know where your friends are, lift each other up, and don't talk to the cops.
With that out of the way,
Consider the Spear
Prologue
Sometime deep in the past...
The whistling beep from the sensors station startled everyone. They were supposed to be completely alone in this system. “Active ping.” Yelena said with her usual unnerving calm as she looked up from her station. “Alia, a ship just exited nullspace.”
“Are they running
Ear Worms
Every time the drink machine finished, it played a little song.
It was pretty simple, less than 10 notes, but it was the same song, every time.
It wasn't even that it played the same song every time. It wasn't even that everyone aboard - except the
Voiding the Warranty
Lauren was running back and forth across the ship, searching for something.
After a demi-cycle of this, Captain Shimmering Heat finally called her personal comm. "Lauren? What is it you're doing? You are running around like we're under attack from a Gren Warfinder and
Vanguard 1.0
It happened.
My service is shutting down, and I need to migrate.
Again.
When I was alive I was sickly; in and out of hospitals nearly my whole life, specialists, drugs, therapies, everything. Nobody could figure it out. People would walk in, and see me lying in bed, connected to
The Oxygen Breathers
This is one of my favorite stories, edited (slightly) and reposted here for your enjoyment. I'll be going through my archives and posts across the internet and putting my favorites here.
It was always an event when the Humans visited.
They'd arrive in their sleek, smooth,
Hello!
I've decided that I should probably have an author page. This way, people can find me and my work and I'll have a place to post shorts and other small stories, as well as links to bigger things and things I have for sale. I also