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Category Archives: Tessera Guild!

Twenty One Questions for Humanity

July 20, 2018 | Links!, Tessera Guild! | Permalink

21 Questions for Humanity Regarding Music Lyrics Is there anything that hasn’t already been said? Any topic at all? The Secrets of the Universe If revealed to you, and if they challenged everything you thought you knew, could you discard all of your previous beliefs?  In the Struggle Between Happiness and Meaningfulness Is it better to […]

Thanksgiving for Zombies

November 24, 2015 | humor, Life, Tessera Guild! | Permalink

During Thanksgiving week, it used to be a tradition of mine to get my ass to Florida (St. Augustine, Clearwater, Naples…) and eat entire restaurants out of business. Those were my holiday-cations, and they were epic. I’d lay siege to huge buffets, soak up gallons of wine and cocktails, and float atop heated pools like a bloated corpse. I […]

Leaves are falling…autumn is here

September 17, 2015 | Life, Tessera Guild! | Permalink

When all the smoking, smoldering, blackened furnaces of summer finally die out… …here’s what we love about the next season to come:   Nothing beats autumn. It’s the best season for writing, the best season for existing. Summer is great for sports, spring for de-hibernating, and winter for all things indoors, but autumn……sips of Scotch on […]

Summer sucks for writing

July 2, 2014 | Tessera Guild!, Writing! | Permalink

North Georgia. Circa the dead of summer. It’s hot out there. It’s sunny, muggy, steamy. My insides are cooked. My skull is melting… I’m more or less taking a vacation from writing this weekend, but before I dump ice over my head, shut my laptop down, and take my long-awaited rum runner/margarita bath, I have a few […]

The Monster Mash

April 5, 2014 | Books!, Dark Moon Daughter, Tessera Guild!, Writing! | Permalink

   He was three-thousand winters dead, as deaf to Andelusia’s bleating as a coffin full of bones. His very presence was evil, his breaths curling like smoke from beneath his iron mask. As he dragged her through Midnon, his passing withered moths and turned bowlfuls of red apples to ash… – Reference to Mogru, Servant […]