Finally done, so I deserve a drink! Welcome to Randitty’s new home on the interwebs. WordPress is facilitating this shiny new look which makes it far easier to find all my fiction stories. As always, there is a feature story each month. In September, I… Read More
Ink is a sphinx who became the blog’s mascot after I needed to draw something that would reflect how I feel about myself and writing, but also be simple enough to suit as cover art. Long-time readers of Randitty might have noticed that the blog… Read More
In which Grace still doesn’t… get the whole were-horse dealie. Odeon did not make any other excuses for his horse as the evening went on. That made things begin to be… uncomfortable, somehow. “What’s her name?” Grace smiled up at him later from where they… Read More
Love, radiance and birdsong… It was a rainy day when Odeon surprised Grace next. She was busy picking apples, and saw him waving at her from afar. He was drenched. She was tempted to run, but even from at her distance, she could tell that… Read More
Milk-red expands and expands. You awaken. You see your knees raised under night-blue covers in front of you. Your back is resting on the pillow. The book is still in your lap. That shadow… your coat hanging on the doorknob, so yes, it’s okay… it’s… Read More
Small or strong, immortal or brief, I can choose to be free. I can free myself. By caring about my life. Whether or not life cares about me, that is not good enough to worry about.
Sometimes when you’re writing or doing something else creative, you need to stop and take a break because you feel drained. I recently experienced a one-two knock out punch version of this.If a jet plane runs out of fuel, it can’t run. And you can’t… Read More
Georgina raised her head when they asked her. She shut her eyes, the long lashes perfect, curved lips flush and sensuous, and what a lovely neck she had. Nearly clear, almost golden, but no tan. No, she was their spokesmodel for a reason — the… Read More
So, when you feel sort of nihilistic (well, no, I guess you can’t be ‘sort of’ that), and all your wishing and praying for a better life seems futile when the reality is, your looking on the bright side in that moment does not change—no, it does not instantly change—your circumstance… when suffering itself feels like the only tangible absolute… how can you pick yourself back up?
I raised my head up from the fog of novel writing and realized that it’s been six years already since I first launched this blog. Randitty has been so much fun to write stories and create artworks for… but why try to write out my… Read More
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