My Cardboard Balcony

Two days ago, I finished my second mini-series, "Full of Grace." This means I now have a completed seventeen-episode series ("Happy Distribution") and a seven-episode series, both reflecting on a certain part of my life and my mentality. Again, I have always had a penchant for writing "what if" scenarios, which, in my opinion, make up most of the scope of fiction's purpose. This leaves me with a slightly cleaner slate. I say only slightly because I have several unfinished projects that I'm not sure I'll get back to any time soon. The Authoritarian Auction remains unfinished, as do my sci-fi fiction and my NaNoWriMo submission. One novel I tried to write, called Home Is That Way, was dead in the water before I even finished the second chapter. That's par for the course, I'm sure, but for now, with one major project finished, my mind is elsewhere. Mainly, I'm thinking about production aspects. It's obvious that I don't jus...

But We Do Have Free Wi-Fi by Belinda Roddie "Where I come from," I said, "we don't have souls."

"I don't think I could ever harness that much energy in one punch," Henry remarked, a blatant tone of admiration in his voice. "How do you do it?" "Years of experience," Amber replied, cracking the knuckles loudly on her right hand. Then she went off to test her fists on some more sandbags. Amber had been a member of the East Springs gym for seven years, and she was now the head boxing coach. Anyone who questioned her strength got to encounter it full throttle.