Recently, I had a fantastic idea and realized that Disney had utterly missed a tremendous opportunity. I have not watched Solo: A Star Wars Story, but here is a different concept that may make for an entertaining use of the Star Wars Universe. Ready? Smokey and the Bandit Star Wars Crossover.

The whole thing can take place basically between Episode 3 and 4, since in Smokey and the Bandit, Bandit is already a bit of a has-been. …

In 2018 I self-published a novel, an urban fantasy satire. I went looking for some free advertising, because I’m extremely cheap and my budget for doing anything with my writing projects was next to nothing.

While I didn’t have money, I had two commodities that would help: time and over fifteen years of development experience. So, I ventured into the scandalous world of building a Twitter bot.

I will quickly note, that this isn’t hard to do and there are many articles/tutorials that tell you how to build one in various languages. The language I’d been using a lot lately…

I’m working late, again, trying to wrap up a puff piece so I could get back to a better story in the morning. I manage to corral an intern, Carl, to help me review some recordings of the interviews. The second set of eyes really pays off with this one so I can get my write up done before two in the morning.

“Why are we still working on this at eleven, Jack?”

“Carl, this may not be due until tomorrow, but if I don’t have to do it tomorrow, I can get back on a beat and find a…

Neighbors. Love them, hate them, close or far away, we all have some. My parents tended to move around when I was younger. We moved on average every three or four years. All of the places we lived were in the same town, Frankfort Indiana. In my first blog post about neighbor experiences, I won’t be talking about any of my neighbors. I’m going to tell the story of my grandfather’s neighbors. Specifically, the neighbors that tried to kill him.

For readers unfamiliar with the city of Frankfort, Indiana, it is a small town, about an hour north of Indianapolis…

The uni that woke me up this morning said there was a body dump, out over by Fort Independence where the river met up with the bay and the edge of Boston. I flew down to the scene, hovering slowly around the river’s edge. It was a hot day for Boston, but the humidity hadn’t kicked in bad. I took my time gliding down to the crew assembled to investigate.

“Detective Angus,” a young fairy called out as I touched down lightly nearby. I had to watch the landings these days, too many rough ones in my youth were killer…

Previously, Tom, last of the Dubstep Bards, and Prince Theramin, the human-cat hybrid were on the run following their violent run-in with the evil Warlord Dragon-Spit. Chased through the wilderness by Dragon-Spit’s best soldiers, Tom and the prince bravely fought and killed them all at the edge of the forest.

“Are you finally done?” Prince Theramin growled at Tom. “Have you finished getting your paws through the pockets of all the dead?”

Tom finished adding the last of the gear to a backpack he also picked from one of the dead. …

Previously, Tom, last of the Dubstep Bards, had swooped in the nick of time to save Prince Theramin from the evil Warlord Dragon-Spit. Tom surprised Dragon-Spit, luring him into the Dubstep Wub of Doom and killing him instantly.

“A Dubstep Bard?” Prince Theramin asked, standing up and rubbing at his fur where the tape had clung so tightly to his furry paws.

“They’re over there,” somebody shouted through the shrubs near the ruins. Branches broke and armor clanged with the heavy falls of footsteps.

Tom through the orange hood of his cloak back over his head, masking his hair and…

In the ruins of an old castle, deep in the Crimson Wood, a weary traveler has been discovered by a group of thieves. This usually wouldn’t be worth mentioning, as weary travels are mugged, beaten, and killed every day. However, these thieves were soldiers in the service of a warlord, and the traveler in question was a six-foot-tall bipedal brown and black tabby cat.

A hulking man sighed heavily as he entered the courtyard. He stood over the prone cat dressed in men’s clothing, a blue button up shirt and tan trousers with a hole in the back, just enough…