Posts about S.H. Roddey

In three days, we’ll be kicking off a weekend of hilarious fun with a series of panels at 2:30 PM.  The topics cover a broad[…]

I’m baaaaack! And as it’s Tuesday Tales time, I’m here with a new installment of Crippled Playthings.  It’s moving along nicely, too. Here, Henry gets[…]

So I was thinking about something this morning.  Y’all know that when I think, I tend to do it out loud.  Bear with me, please.[…]

In two weeks, I’ll be at Fandom Fest.  I’m excited, as is everyone else I know who plans to attend.  Yesterday a friend of mine[…]

I read a lot of books.  Always have.  That probably has something to do with why I write.  But sometimes I get into a slump[…]

Y’know, Johnny Mercer was really onto something when he and Harold Arlen wrote that song.  The positive is something I’ve kind of let slip over[…]

This week we’re continuing with “Crippled Playthings”, my steampunk horror story about people with an overwhelming desire to walk.  I warn everyone yet again that[…]

Today we’re off on a new adventure… Six Sentence Sunday.  Here’s my very first offering from my first published work, “Haunted”.  It’s horror, so fair[…]

Yeah, I suddenly feel the need to torture myself in horrible, horrible ways.  I’m just getting back on my feet, really.  The last two months[…]

It’s time again for another round of Tuesday Tales.  This week’s prompt of “sky” gave me all sorts of ideas, but since we’re trying to[…]