Poem: Midnight PST

It’s 6am in Paris. Beyond your window, the sky will have begun to aquarelle. The ivory horizon blends toward Wedgewood above La Tour Eiffel. Taxis take tourists and businessmen to DeGaulle by Roissy. Policemen make their rounds in twos. They stroll the gardens of Les Tuileries. The birds there sing, for now, for you. I imagine you masculine, replete, heat…

Video Game Writing Tip #6

Be Clever But not too clever. Your real job as a game writer is to make the game's dialogue interesting within the confines of character limits, ESRB restrictions, and your world's story. It's not always easy, but it's loving that challenge that makes you a writer at heart. The best way you can inject cleverness (drama/humor/tragedy) is on a meta…
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Poem: “Liquid Jaguar”

In the morning, crawl out of bed. Brush her teeth. Clear her head. Drive. Strive. Thrive. Barely alive. So much easier to star-swing when night falls. That’s when the chemicals have balls. Dani-baby’s world in a box. Tied up with a pretty red bow. Give the masquerade a whirl. Watch the liquid jaguar girl go down, go down. Years ago,…
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Video Game Writing Tip #5

Be Clear We've all seen game writing that was cumbersome to read. Every sentence began with a subordinate clause or had a stream-of-consciousness feel that lost you halfway through it. I can only imagine that these writers thought they were being artsy. Unfortunately, artsy does you no good if your audience doesn't know what the Hell you're saying. Keep your…
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Honored

Christine Purcell has honored me by choosing my blog for the "Strange Men in Pinstripe Suits" award. Visit her blog. I looked up the word "strange." As a side note, any writer who doesn't live with her nose in a dictionary (even Dictionary.com counts) is short-changing her work. So, I looked up the word "strange," and here's what it said:…

Poem: “West-bound”

VERSE 1 She’s up at dawn, oh, Red rising with the sun, Packed, primed, And oh-so ready to go. She leaves him to sleep. She leaves him to sleep alone. He slept through her whys. He slept through her good-byes. She’s…she’s…she’s… She’s always known. He slept through her memories, All her best memories. All the best memories. VERSE 2 She…
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