When Your Boo’s Your Muse

Well, it's no secret that Jayne and I love to write. And that we love to write together, hence our little writing retreats to those dreamy small towns. It's once we're back in the city that things get a little more difficult to orchestrate. There are errands, work schedules, and all kinds of other adult … Continue reading When Your Boo’s Your Muse →

Jayne is an Idiot

I won't lie to you guys. Even if I was a remotely decent liar (which I'm not [there goes my future as an international spy]), I still wouldn't lie to you, because you're reading what I'm writing (even though I take fucking forever to get to my actual fucking point [like now] and every other … Continue reading Jayne is an Idiot →

It Is Imperative That I Do Nothing: Post-Writing Retreat Adjustment

As you all probably have already noticed (and hopefully are miserable about [not miserable in a depressing way because, while I have very often fantasized about bringing complete and utter demise upon my enemies by holding them captive in a facility called Dr. Jayne's Torture Funhouse, none of you qualify as my enemy, and also … Continue reading It Is Imperative That I Do Nothing: Post-Writing Retreat Adjustment →

My Novel Will Kill Me: Combating Writer’s Block

If you want to know the truth, here it is: right now, I really, really hate the number eight. Hate. Hate like how everyone who watched Breaking Bad hated Skyler because she was a selfish, passive-aggressive shell of a human being; hate like how much everyone hated Wuthering Heights because it's the most glorified abusive relationship … Continue reading My Novel Will Kill Me: Combating Writer’s Block →