Blog Post No. 496
There are only four more weeks until I reach 500 posts on this site. I’m still working on what that will exactly look like (without it being way too long). In the mean time, I’ve been hard at work cajoling friends to write guest posts for me to fill in the gap from now until the big day (which is June 23rd if you want to mark it in your calendars). I asked the guest bloggers to write about working with me and/or this blog, but I tried to leave the subject open enough in case they came up with something a little different. I also pointed out that I’m open for them to be less than favourable, but I mostly said that to appear to be gracious. Continue reading “500th Post Guest Bloggers Spectacular!”
It’s been about a decade since I really started to get into writing. It’s something I knew I wanted to do when I was rather young, but it took a long time for me to get over the first big hump and actually learn how to write. I’ve had the occasion to talk to a lot of folks about writing over the years (usually, happily). Some of them mention wanting to write but are intimidated with the process. I always tell them that writing is actually not that hard. It takes getting used to criticism and some work to learn the proper structure, but I honestly believe that almost anyone can do it. 
Sometimes stories just don’t turn out how you thought they would. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. Stories are a mutable thing when they live in your head. They can be anything and everything until they aren’t. When you write them, you solidify the story and eliminate possibilities. To get way too pompous, they’re a lot like a person’s life in that way. We can choose a million different paths, but once we make a decision, the possibilities shrink. 
Christian
Snow from a Distant Sky
I may be milking it a little by now, but this is a short post to announce the official release of
I was hoping to announce that 
As I get older, the weeks go by faster and faster. It’s a common phenomenon that was shaken up by the nearly two-year-long shutdown. During that odd period, time lost some of its meaning. The months would blink by, but the days would sometimes drag. The temporary change seemed to soften the edge of the speedy weeks in exchange for a potentially worst manipulation of time.
With Snow at the printer and out of my hands, it’s time to dive back into the Invasion Novel.
The making of the new novella, 
Ben Van Dongen 