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ABOUT MY WRITING
Complications of a Non-Human Race
Cycles
First! Some thoughts on world-building and hole-punching
Editing:  Week 0
Editing:  Week 1
Editing:  Week 1.5
February Post
Goals
Goals Pt 2 - The Revenge
Head Games:  The Next Project
I Don't Know What To Put Here - May Post 
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
A Minor Announcement
NaNo 2015
NaNo 2016!
NaNoWrap Up and The Scent of Things To Come
Okay Dave!
Om Nom Nombies Edits and Thoughts
Once-a-month blogging
Psych and Psyche
Re-Read
... something about the best laid plans ...
Spitfire:  The Next Project
Status Report
Utilizing Feedback

EVENTS
Aisuru Interview - Part 1
Aisuru Interview - Part 2
Birthday Party
Star-struck

EXERCISES
Alpha Readers
Don't Let the Well Run Dry
Filtering through critiques
NaNo Hangover Remedies 
Name Game
Open Mic
Pacific Trim: In Which We Doctor A Story
Reading to Give Feedback

MY WRITING - EXCERPTS
A Christmas Gift
Camp NaNo Week One
Camp NaNo Week Two
Camp NaNo Week Four
A Spitfire for Christmas

RANTS AND THOUGHTS
12 Ways Wonder Woman Was Actually An Anime
Icharus
I'm Back!
The Power of the Pen
Reaction, Twice Removed
What?
What's it Worth?

RESEARCH
Class Divisions Are Nothing New
Got The Herp
Psychology for Writers
Research: Combining Sciences to Create Fantasy
Research: Flora and Fauna

REVIEWS
Blurbs and such
A Class At Gotham
Demi-Human
In The Middle
Jane Austen and Magic
Podcast Bonanza
Power is Power
Shadows Beneath - Why You Really Are A Good Author
Southern Reach Review
A Tale of Two Heroines
Tips on Writing Speculative Fiction From OSC

WRITING CULTURE
Background Noise
Before We Begin
Coming Down the Pipe
Confession Time
Guest Post: A Short Intro to Visual Novels
It takes a village
Knowledge By Association
Mary Sue
A Meaningful Death
Non-Traditional Plot Structure
On Foot
Plantsing FTW
Stairway to Heaven
Summer Camp
'Twas the Night Before NaNo
Tools of the Trade
Writing is Like ... Cooking
Writing is Like ... EMS
Writing is Like ... Weight Lifting


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February Post

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Icharus

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Oh Icharus!  Is that the sun you fly towards?
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Lo, your wax is melting,
But the sun does not push you away;
It consumes you.

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