Wolf Rising
It was time… Unleashed, her inner-beast emerged. The wolf she kept buried deep under her bones, like pirate treasure. She shed the suburban skin taped around her like a cardboard mask. Escaped her concrete cage. And Rules: Those choke collars uncountable as leaves? Stripped from her life in a decisive leap from the old reality into the new. She landed for the first time on four paws, toes curling into the crisp, new snow. Sabled stalks swayed and crackled as she crept from the lowlands of politics and property, up the tree feathered slopes of Wolf Mountain. Seeking the snow line, she leveled up from the land of tiny paychecks…
Seek More
Sometimes when you’re sitting down doing what you should do (like writing about genderless language and the singular “they”) a bunny hops by and your muse follows. And then you think you are going to write something a little more out there (like how an NPC is worth a thousands words). And nope, the muse yawns and that’s not happening either. So you follow her down the bunny trail, out the front door and into the woods at sunrise, then down the rabbit hole and back. Next thing you know it’s hours later and you’re in front of the computer and this is on the page: Seek More Dawn’s…
A Wall of One’s Own
Not that kind of wall, not the kind that keeps things out. I mean a wall you hang your treasures on, like pictures or posters or inspirational quotes. A digital wall will do. Facebook had it right when it called a user’s space their wall. Where they got it wrong was charging us to show our friends our walls, while still selling all that information about us to businesses that may or may not have good intentions. There’s a popular social media meme (which may or may not be a way to collect data about you) that encourages everyone to share a picture of themselves now and ten years ago.…
