Often people fear growing up because of responsibility. This fear is something we need to eradicate. How? By removing all responsibilities from humans by outsourcing it to robots and educational and political institutions. Just kidding.

What scares us isn't responsibility itself but a lack of it. As in if we are...

After a cold week it finally feels like summer or at least late spring in Michigan . I'm already finding it harder to write about rooibos teas on winter nights where dark falls too soon. Finding it easier to write about summer.

I grew up thinking that yard work wasn't...

I think the end of the 2010s and the early 2020s might be considered the era of fake passions, at least for the likes of people like  keni and myself and I suspect many others of the  200WAD ilk. 

I have been deliberately...

I've really been enjoying my first foray into  interactive fiction by using the scripting language Ink open sourced by  Inkle . 

What I love most about it is how the  form factor guides you into embracing  tight scopes . Instead of trying to come up with the perfect way to...

OpenersWith the pot of fresh earl gray rooibos ready, Sally took a deep breath and dared to look directly down at the textbook that remained in her workspace. She had placed the other two textbooks under the bed, after a long battle of trying to multitask, finally coming to somehow...

It's amazing how long you can go without seeing someone who was once close to you. They may have once been a main character of your life where you wouldn't pass even one weekend without meeting up, but once that phase ends and you find yourself in a new, you're...

Last night in bed I thought of a story I'd read years ago about how at 3AM Israel Kamakawiwo'ole was given 15 minutes to arrive at the studio. Initially the studio manager was closing down and suggested they record the next day. But Isreal insisted, saying that he"had an idea."

He...

For the first week of the Echo and Narcissus writing club we were to focus on the sentence structures of our writer. I came up with  Waiting in a diner behind frosted glass Yours Truly and I just re-read it now after...

In a warm cafe he stared through frosted glass until his phone vibrated beckoning him to let go of his coffee mug. She was late but because of a quaint attachment to his hometown diner didn't mind. Within his chest he knew they would hang out even later into the...

No I'm not trying to match  therealbrandonwilson . What I realized was that writing one post a day wasn't enough for me. Not because there's anything wrong with the number one. It's just that I enjoy writing for two reasons.

The most important...