I still write by hand.  Granted, I also type an awful lot -- last I checked, I clock about 75 WPM, and that's with my unorthodo...

Last Vigil By Blake Tan Continued from part three : She woke before the sun as she often did, the lamp at her desk dimmed, her bac...

Last Vigil By Blake Tan Continued from part two : Battle filled her dreams. Centaurs swarmed over the hills, their hooves kicking ...

Last Vigil By Blake Tan Continued from part one : Geirmund Gavelfist shook with disbelief, the laughter erupting from him like a...

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Let this month of madness begin! If you don't already know, November is National Novel Writing Month . During this time, authorial ...

The Countess and the Artist By Blake Tan Reclining in a lounge seat in her parlour, her crimson shawl draped carelessly over her sho...