I am a writer, photographer, chiromancer and survivor. When I started this blog almost three years ago, my one goal was to write stories. I told myself that I didn’t care if people liked them or not, I just wanted to write them. Well, that was a bit of a lie. As it turns out, I care very much about whether or not people like my stories. Without people to like my work, it remains hidden from view.
The stories and posts here are ongoing projects, things I began when I had the time to devote to them. Some of them call to me, begging me to look at them, and it’s hard to not answer. Every one of them once felt like a child to me, and my need to raise them up to their best form is very much a parental feeling. But completion is not what this blog is about for me. It is a means to a goal. Learning my craft and honing the skill has always been the first rule.
The Porch Stories is undergoing a change of life right now (I really hope it doesn’t get the night sweats, those are terrible. I haven’t actually slept in YEARS!) while I finish writing my first book and get it published. This leaves a lot less time for creating short fiction. Don’t despair though, I’m still posting, it’s just more of an actual blog right now.