Category: The Narrator

And things have a way of coming full circle. With the changes taking place at RCM, it makes more sense to post my writing stuff here until we get a tone and structure set that works more to our end goals. For me, the mission hasn't changed, but my approach (if I am actually to… Continue reading Going Full Lucas

It was the font that gave it away. As an amateur scholar of propaganda, I'd seen the cartoons and style frequently enough to know what she was reading about from the photo she took of the page. But it was the font of the page number that helped me recognize exactly which book she was… Continue reading Some Idealism

"Remember, I'm pullin' for ya. We're all in this together." So goes the closing line for one of the regular segments of the Red Green show, and the words have been reverberating in my mind a lot as of late. Part of it is just the time of year: the days are cold and dark,… Continue reading Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

It is the perfect end to a perfect day. RivalCon wrapped up this morning. I spent the rest of the day with one of my favorite people on the planet shopping at my favorite treasure store in the world, buying fancy dresses for the sole purpose of lounging in them on the cabana of my… Continue reading Summer Nights

It's 3 am once again. I am in a cabin on the side of a mountain, deep in the woods surrounding my hometown. It's one of those places so quiet that one is fully aware of every sound: the clicks and pings of the heaters, the loud hum of the fluorescent light in the kitchenette,… Continue reading Roads Less Travelled

I don't remember a time when I didn't write stories. Somewhere tucked away in the attic of my grandmother's house is a plastic bin filled with crumbling sheets of cheap drawing paper, bound with either yarn ties or staples set so perfectly straight that you'd swear there was a ruler involved. Some were stories about… Continue reading Chapters

I've known Dave since I was six years old. Our families lived five doors apart from each other, my siblings and his brothers were always at one another's houses, and I've always looked at them like they were my own brothers. 95% of my interviewing and questioning skills come directly from mock newscasts done with… Continue reading Election Night

I had an epiphany today. As I went to get my passport renewed, I was reflecting on a conversation I'd had with my mother the week prior. Of course, when I say 'conversation' in this case what I really mean is 'borderline argument," because I made the mistake of explaining I was going to get… Continue reading Wanderlust

Author's note: Casey Felix, the journalist for this interview, is not a real person. She is a figment of Jen's imagination and the protagonist in a number of short stories and partly-written novels from when Jen was in high school. The two ladies ran into each other a few weeks ago when Jen was sorting… Continue reading Conversations With Myself (Levelling up, part one)