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19 Jan

Posted at 14:16h in Randoms

Still working away at bringing this story to life. No date to offer yet, but in the meantime, here's a sample! As always - unedited, subject to change. Enjoy! Maple served a good breakfast, but it was more popular with the guests than the locals. Most of these people weren’t from Sugar Valley, and as such, saw no need to strike up conversation with a stranger. It meant I was able to tuck myself into a quiet corner and order my breakfast in peace. At least for a little while. “Ms. James… does that sling mean you ended up taking yourself to the doctor?” I...

04 Dec

Posted at 14:39h in Randoms

You know what's been fun? These holiday shorts. I know, I know, you've heard (seen) me say it before, but seriously - I really like them! I've seen the feedback from you guys - you like them too, but wish they were longer. And while I hear (see) you, one of my biggest focuses as I go into 2020 is holding strong to the requirement that my art makes me happy - for me, happiness is writing what I see for the characters, and giving them what they gave me - never forcing more. Holding firm to that, for me, maintains the integrity of...

29 Sep

Posted at 15:56h in equivalent exchange, Sample Sunday, Snippets

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon. Enjoy. Peaceful. That was the first word that came to mind when I returned to my bedroom from the shower to find Keris still passed out asleep. She’d shown up at my door last night, still wearing her same clothes from work, which let me know she’d been putting in extra time on the website. And then, instead of going home, she’d come to me. There was something she wasn’t saying, but that wasn’t unusual with Keris. Showing up at my door, was. So instead of harping on the unspoken details, I let her inside, and reveled in the benefits of...

22 Sep

Posted at 09:14h in equivalent exchange, Sample Sunday

All the usual - subject to change, unedited, no date to share, but I do hope you enjoy. Just a little further. Don’t you punk out now. I used my sleeve to wipe sweat from my forehead as I dodged a slow-moving pedestrian on the sidewalk. Just another half mile to go on this run that was kicking my ass. Once upon a time, five miles wouldn’t have been shit – something I’d do on a day “off”. In the years since the accident though, it had taken work to build back up to even this, and a heavy tolerance for the chronic pain...

08 Sep

Posted at 12:41h in equivalent exchange, Sample Sunday

Unedited. Subject to change. If I choose an official date, I'll definitely share it! Enjoy :) “Why aren’t you answering your phone,” Natalie demanded, picking up after the second ring. I knew she’d had her phone in her hand, watching it light up with my name, “punishing” by making me wait an extra few seconds before she answered. “I was a little preoccupied.” I stared down at the scuffed toe of my designer boots, feeling none of the rage I would’ve two weeks ago over such a thing. One week ago. Maybe the liquor was already kicking in, or maybe the shit didn’t really...

04 Aug

Posted at 18:31h in Equilibrium, In Tandem, Sample Sunday

Unedited. Subject to change. No release date yet. The usuals. Enjoy <3   He was in my workroom. Bafflingly, I wasn’t bothered by the sight of him a bundle of steel wool in his – glove less – hands, cleaning the rust and grime from another spoke of the bike I’d been working on when he first arrived. I didn’t really let people touch my stuff back here – not even Vaughn, or my mother when she was alive. Raf though… I didn’t mind. Maybe because he got it. Maybe because this was a passion I may not have even discovered if it weren’t for him....

14 Jul

Posted at 19:52h in Randoms

Sample Sunday. Unedited. No date yet. Enjoy! The hometown hero. “When you gone get back on that bike man?” “How many more of those medals you going to bring back?” “You the pride of the city man. Mr. International.” It was all well-meaning, and of course I knew that but that didn't make it any less anxiety-inducing. Even worldwide, cycling was an overwhelmingly white sport, and as much I loved my people – Black people – we had a tendency to put the hopes and dreams of the whole race on just a few shoulders. For the Heights… it was just my shoulders. I couldn’t mess up,...