Broken Feral Writing Guy

I have managed to crawl out of my hole from time to time to catch glimpses of the real world, but for the most part I’ve been spending my time either working, or working, or doing kid stuff, or decompressing from all of the working and kid stuff going on.

Oh, and there was this:

Which, underneath all that purple fleshy stuff, looks like this:

Which honestly isn’t all that great for trying to fly through typing and shove down 1200 words or so every couple of days.

Crushed middle knuckle (dominant hand) aside, I have been getting some writing done on the Big Damn Book, which is lovely, but it has been difficult to get quality steady writing time in with all of the other life stuff going on. This past January has been the busiest month I’ve had in a long time, so I’ve made limited progress.

I HAVE managed to take my first 8,000 words, and massage it into manuscript format (double space, a specific font, 1-inch margins, etc. etc.), then craft a 600-word synopsis, and use that to apply to a writer’s workshop/retreat later this year.

The application process is a little nerve-wracking, and worst is that I won’t know if I’m accepted or not until July, so in the mean time, it’s trying to get life to slow down, trying to get more words down and flesh out the story even more, and trying not to kill anyone because I’m out of my mind stressed most days without any kind of break happening.

Well, okay, a break DID happen it’s not the desirable kind. And though that happened right before Christmas, it’s still swollen, still won’t bend, and still providing many moments of curse-inducing pain.

Anyway, that’s the randomness for now. More soon!


I am a walking, talking contradiction. INFJ, martial artist, father of 3 awesome boys, database nerd, aficionado of great music, coffee snob, tattooed, overflowing with at-times crippling amounts of empathy. Now you know me, which means we can never hang out. Sorry, but not really, I'd find an excuse not to no matter what.

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