I think what keeps me going is I just enjoy being in my own head a little too much.

One's muse(s) are mercurial but do respond to regularly scheduled visiting hours at one's writing desk.

I don’t remember if I addressed the ocean in my rear view mirror all those years ago, but I know a part of me never left.

Collect images, snippets of conversation, chance encounters. Pay attention to the world. It is beautiful and strange.

”A First-Rate Material,” like much of Murata’s work, inspires questions about intimacy, existential dread, and conformity.

If you try to ignore the creative side of you, or put it on hold, you will eventually break open like a dam.

Trust your own opinion, lead your own riot, even if it is only a small riot. 

To approach the darkness of life from a humorous lens is to reverse the power dynamic of reality.

Weird lit takes us beyond right and wrong, left and right, ones and zeroes.

There is no one way to do anything, there’s just your way.

Catch inspiration when you can, sure, but most of the time you’re too distracted to know what’s good for you. Just sit down and work.

Chaotic Merge is one of those (digital) journals that offers a selection of work that I'm delighted to read.

Boundaries are freeing.

Sometimes I get that itch though, an idea I just have to stop and dictate to myself, and then I know I’m going for a wild ride. 

The majority of the book is a lovely and haunting mix of glimpses into a lot of lonely people's minds.

I give myself very reasonable writing goals so I find that I'm never lecturing myself on "falling behind."

If you are a writer, I urge you to consider yourself in the shoes of those experiencing injustice...

Lisa Lahey's story "Parasite Mine" includes many elements that we pine for here at WLM : darkness, drama, lyrical language, intricate...

Is the mermaid an artifact or an art piece? A mislaid piece of our inner selves we wish to be? 

I’ve always been an oddity of the highest caliber but living authentically and true to my nature is extremely important and essential to me.

The fleeting nature of Space Squid’s content keeps things moving, and they’re only as good as what’s on the menu for the day.

“Gotta barricade the windows to keep that prick Mike’s devils out before they eat my eyes, anyway how’s the kids?”

Existence itself is weird. To be alive at all is statistically a slim chance.

It’s hard to not want to be creative when you’re noticing things.