SquarePeg Books

Category: Writing

  • Editing, Critquers and The Broom

    So I’ve moaned about the dearth of critiquers in my scant circle a few times. Aside from the “I Intended to, but…” crowd, the majority I get hit with is the “You must change it this way, my way, or you will fail!” group. I recently broomed off a guy…

  • Seeking the Flames

    Some nights the words scream through my dreams. I have to get up and let them out or my skull will explode with the pressure. Sometimes my fingers move like a blur on the keyboard, the friction of my pace enough to make me wonder if my hands will ignite…

  • A Dark Desire…

    I have a confession to make. I want to be my characters. Even my most pathetic, wallpaper background character has more courage than I do. I want to live my characters’ adventures. I want to be able to throw responsibility to the wind and not have to pay the price…

  • Without the Flowing Madness

    Some nights the words bounce around my skull, demanding I rise early from bed and let them out. Sometimes the ideas pour from my fingertips – reams of bumpf carrying tiny nuggets of fool’s gold to urge me on. They sparkle in the flow. They glimmer. They invite me to…