The Dirk Tungsten novel is meant to be a sort of homage to science fiction as a genre, specifically some of the cliches that crop up every now and then. You could probably describe the story as "pulp". With that in mind, if you are totally unaware of what these cliches are, some of it might be lost on you. However, you should read it anyway because it is amazingly brilliant.
"Intermission" may soon appear within the pages of a magazine if I am at all lucky. When it does so, everyone will rush out and purchase copies of this magazine, even if they have to order them by mail. They will write letters in praise of this story. They will do this because it too is brilliant, and there is far too little theater related fantasy in fiction today.
Untitled story about music is functionally complete, but remains dodgy in one or two places, especially the ending which is confusing and sad. If you have suggestions as to how to make it less confusing please feel free to tell me. I will not listen, but I will smile and be grateful for the offer.
Poems of an Elemental Nature are poems I am writing with the intention of publishing them in a book. No one publishes poetry books by people who are not Names in poetry. I will try anyway. My book will be different because it is not about politics or death or torrid affairs. This is bad for the book, I fear. My book will be about elements. The poems within it, however, will not be. You are confused, I know. It will all make sense someday. About the poems themselves, well, remember that there are going to be several versions for each element, and some of the poems will in fact just be excerpts or single lines or other things that catch my interest. Consider it an opportunity to witness a poem evolve.
Hey, this isn't very functional...