Archive for April, 2013

First thing’s first: the stitches are out! I’m quite happy to have the splint off, since while it wasn’t horrible, it definitely made simple, day-to-day tasks that much more difficult. I see a hand specialist in the coming weeks to make sure there isn’t any terribly permanent damage (my PCP tested the tendon when she removed the sutures – everything seems fine with it according to her), and hopefully to get some physical therapy. While it isn’t horribly bad, I can’t bend the finger nearly as much as my other fingers, and I have a feeling it’s due to scar tissue so close to the knuckle. So, we’ll see what can be done. *shrug*

Anyway, this week’s Challenge over at terribleminds was to come up with a good title for a piece to be written afterward. Well, I don’t work well like that. Even if I have a working title in mind, I generally base the title of a work off of something that arises within the manuscript itself, to make it a bit more apt to the work. So, instead of doing that I wrote a quick piece based off of a writing prompt over at; said prompt being “Her laugh broke the silence.”

So, here is “A Peek Behind the Curtain”:

Edit: This story has been removed – look for it collected with more of my work in ebook format! 🙂


So, this week has been an interesting one for me.

I’ve been slowly working on a story that grew out of Wendig’s prompt to write a “kick-ass opening line”, but since there was no actual flash fiction requirement to that challenge, it’ll be squirreled away for the flash fiction collection I’m hoping to publish in the next handful of months (which will consist of all the flash fiction pieces so far published here, plus maybe three or four other unpublished pieces). In lieu of that, though, I was able to bang out a 1100 word story for the coming week’s challenge, which I’ve entitled “She-Who-Rides-the-Trees”.

But, I stress the fact that I was able to do so, because, well…look at the state of my hands:

This is why dishwashers were invented, folks.

This is why dishwashers were invented, folks.

So, y’all are probably wondering: “Where do you get one of those cool-looking, full-finger ring-jobs like you have on your middle finger, Nick?”

The answer to that question would be “the Emergency Room.” You see, this past Saturday afternoon I was washing the dishes when a lovely Don Draper-esque tumbler we had…well, tumbled and shattered. I got some pretty wicked lacerations on my hands, with the worst ones being my left pinky and my right middle finger. Both of those needed stitches, and the middle finger was so deep that it almost got to the tendon. So, once I get the stitches removed next Friday, I’ll have to follow up with a specialist to make sure that there’s no permanent damage to my ability to use that finger (I know: it’d be tragedy, right?). So, my writing has slowed a little bit, but gotten better over the last few days, and I’m just praying that the specialist finds no problems – but even if he does, it doesn’t seem like it will impact my writing too much.

In other news, those who are inclined should check out the Wellspring Gathering at the Brushwood Folklore Center in Sherman, NY at the end of next month. It’s a great plot of land, an amazing festival (a lot of great workshops, bardic competitions, etc.), and I’ll be there at the very least signing some books. ; )

But, now, I give you “She-Who-Rides-the-Trees”:


So, in the last two weeks I’ve had my first honest-to-goodness book published.

sunna cover

Nature FTW

As anybody who’s popped over to my other blog, red&yellow, might surmise: I’m a Neo-Pagan/polytheist/what-have-you, particularly of a Northern European bent (have been ever since I read about Oðinn in a book on Norse mythology and thought “Now, that sounds like a friggin’ awesome deity!”). And a few years ago as I was working through a particular religious study program for the organization of which I am a part, Ár nDraíocht Féin, I started brewing up some ideas for a liturgical book that would include stories and poems and such for use in rituals.

Sunna’s Journey: Norse Liturgy Through the Wheel of the Year is the culmination of that. It was first released a week or so back in ebook through some friends of mine over at The Magical Druid who maintain their own small press through Lulu under the Garanus Publishing imprint. The book is available in .mobi and .epub through the Magical Druid (here) as well as being directly available through the Kindle Store as of today. The guys at the Magical Druid tell me that they should be getting physical books in next month, so keep an eye open for that announcement, as well.

I have other ideas for religious and spiritual books a brewing in the old noggin’ along with my fiction pieces, but the religious ones are fewer than the fiction ones for now. I’m hoping to get an ebook of some of the flash fiction I’ve been doing slapped together and out sometime in the coming months once I have enough material, so that’s looking to be the next big announcement coming down the pipeline that I can foresee. But who knows what the future will bring, eh?

So, pop over to the Magical Druid or go to the Kindle Store to get my book if you’re interested (I make money either way) – though if you’ve bought it and read it, please leave a review over on Amazon. It helps me out. And heck, pop over to the Magical Druid if your interests incline you to that kind of stuff, as the guys there have quite the selection and do a good amount of high quality custom stuff, too. I can’t recommend them highly enough. : )

Slightly behind schedule again. This weekend my parents came into town and the wife and I gave them a tour of Oakland


Me sitting in an awesome dragon-motif chair in the Norwegian Room at the Cathedral of Learning.

(particularly the Nationality Rooms at the Cathedral of Learning; both of which are awesome and if you’re within reasonable driving distance of Pittsburgh, I highly recommend visiting the Cathedral – if feels like you’re walking around Hogwarts) and then once I was able to sit down and begin on this week’s flash fiction piece (prompted by Wendig’s “Secret Door” post)…well, I couldn’t stop. It took me until yesterday to finish (around 6000 words), simply because I’d look at it and go: “Can I stop here and fast-forward to the end-game and still do it justice? Nope. Continue on.”

So, hopefully I did the story justice by thumbing my nose so blatantly at the 1000 word limit. I present “The Scent of Jasmine”: