Welcome to the Screamsheet! This place can best be described as a reflection of my weird and fragmented personality. Here you’ll find rants both childish and mature, fiction both published and unpublished, music, videos, and anything else that might wander across my brain.
My house has too much stuff in it. I’ve been going through my possessions and deciding what needs to go. Finally, I came across my Big Box o’ Rejections:
When I first started writing, I decided to save all my rejection letters as a way to keep myself motivated. But now that rejections come electronically and are almost exclusively form letters – and now that I have a lengthy publications list – I don’t feel that I need it anymore. So this box has got to go.
The box itself contains rejections, old drafts of stories from writing workshops, and a few magazines and newspapers where I got my first publishing credits. As I sorted through old letters, I got the most enjoyment out of reading some old rejection letters from my high school days, when I wrote articles for Dragon Magazine.
And a lean, silent figure slowly fades into the gathering darkness, aware at last that in this world, with great power there must also come — great responsibility!
Spider-Man used to be one of my favorite comic book characters. Now he’s not. Those who have read one particular storyline can probably guess why. If you can’t, we’ll be getting to that soon enough.
I originally took a look at Spider-Man’s history in 2010, and a few things have changed since them. So here’s a revised look at the evolution of New York City’s friendly neighborhood wall-crawler. Continue reading
Robin had locked her lab tight since I had left, but the door couldn’t withstand a few good kicks from my new dead man’s shoes. The lock broke with a loud crack and the door swung open. Maybe Robin heard it, if she was still upstairs. Maybe she could still track me through the tattoo, even though what remained of my hand was wrapped tightly with bandages that were even now beginning to seep through with blood. I really didn’t care. I only needed a moment.