Category Archives: Grays Harbor

So, I kept writing today. For some reason I always like it when there’s an infodump at the end of the story and it makes it seems like everyone just goes on their merry way. It works as long as … Continue reading →

OK, so here I am, just on the threshold of actually writing out 50,000 semi-cohesive words. I’m at 48,349. “Hey, there’s the foot. Reset your trip odometer”, Ralph said, looking at the running shoe on the side of the road … Continue reading →

I don’t know. The only living thing that has died so far has been a rat. All the other dead people were dead when the story started. Peter sat on the front bumper and took out his cell phone. He … Continue reading →