Into the Book

Being a cheerful (and human) defense of the Christian right and obligation to write, to read, and to create.

I have a love-hate relationship with smart devices.

I have a story that’s been pushing on my brain for months now.

I’ve started saving items that are worth seeing later because Cool URLs don’t change.

Writing again after a long time away is like unsticking a drain; something I’m familiar with after bailing wildly at four in the morning on the 4th of July, as water poured in over my basement threshold.

Currahee is is a story about time travel and opportunity, set in the distant but imminent past-future of Northeast Georgia.

I had not been to the mountain since she died.

Read a blorp.

There are a thousand charybdi that I face each day.

Reaching an audience, a surprise visit from Google’s internet police, and the nuclear-robots.txt This story doesn’t start how you expect.

I’ve written a book (finally).

I first ran into Chris Martin through my work at Mere Agency.

The Font of God had stood at the head of the Bay Cerosa for as long as he could remember: it was here that the baptisms happened.

The form of a blog doesn’t matter.

I’ve been thinking lately about how much my gaming hobby has changed since I got into things.

I started work on Currahee — then known as All Right — in 2016.

Ever since I first came across Michael Mace’s post “Desperately Seeking the Info Pad,” in 2007, I have also been searching for this mythical ‘info tablet.’

I had a dream, or maybe it was a waking dream, about running away and moving to London.

2022 has been a weird year: it started so scattered and confused, and over time it’s shaped up into a routine that has become familiar.

We’ve been talking a lot at Mere about how we can build better websites for our customers.

When you finish a really good book, or are particularly bowled over by the hand of God in your life, or you have a house and good food ready to share, you tell other people about it.

I’ve noticed the vibrant color of the growing leaves in a way I’ve never noticed it before.

It took long enough, but I finally made good on my January 2020 promise to redesign ItB in the open.

When I start the sound track, all the feelings come flooding back again.

It was a long, winding road to get me to this point.

I’m in the process of redesigning Into the Book in the open.

For a website built entirely on the written word, there may not be a more impactful design decision than the choice of a font.

This post was originally published at mosaic.ws.

The word ‘blog’ just means web log, a collection of posts that are unrelated, except for the author or authors who composed them.

This post was hosted on my freelance web site because I assumed it would last there.

Into the Book is getting a redesign.

The Pandemic Legacy games have always been polarizing.

The events of this essay may be dramatized or fictional.

There is nothing I want to do less than write today.

In January this year, I tried to write a rough draft of a novel.

Looking back on January and forward to more writing January was going to be perfect.

I wrote a novel last November (yup, I finished it!).

Writer’s block is a lie, you know.

The first verse of this poem is actually over two years old — I wrote it back in October of 2016, and fiddled around with the meter and rhyme scheme until I was happy with it.

All Right is finished – at least, the first draft is finished.

Well, November ends in 4 days (four days!).

A poem: Sisyphus, take thy rock again, Up wooded hills and down the glens.

It’s November 7th, and we’re officially into one week of NaNoWriMo.

Ever since I realized (last week) that All Right has been somewhere in my head for over two years, I’ve been a little bit ashamed by how long it’s taken to produce a draft of the story.

I couldn’t believe it when I realized that All Right was nearly two years old.