Scattered efforts, still. Discipline is difficult and comes slowly, and only with much effort.
Below you will find stories set in a fixional world which is slowly developing in my head. (As with many other writers with whom I've talked, I feel more as though the world is constructing itself and I am simply recording the events which transpire in its own peculiar space-time.) You will also find a few essays, ramblings, really, some in poor and rough draft shape, little polished, so read at yer own risk.
I am not responsible for anything which may happen to your head as you read. You are the one reading it, after all.
One more thing: This is all scrytchable. As Robert Hunter wrote in "Cassidy", "Let the words be yours, I am done with mine."