Rosewater Press

 YouTube appears to be hiding my recent video because I linked all my sources in the description so I've moved them here. Keep in mind when I say "sources" this isn't in the strictly academic sense, this is just literally any place I might've gleaned one or two sentences worth of information. https://issuu.com/ibuildmagazines/docs/indiantrader0620/s/10736397 https://www.fayobserver.com/story/news/2013/09/25/pinehurst-relives-days-annie-oakley/22142950007/ https://prologue.blogs.archives.gov/2018/03/13/annie-oakley-a-woman-to-be-reckoned-with/ https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/oakley-world/ https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/oakley-annie/ http://www.annieoakleycenterfoundation.com/faq.html http://gehio.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-darke-county-poorhouse-cemetery.html https://www.musicals101.com/variety.htm https://web.archive.org/web/20120305215558/http://www.neh.gov/news/humanities/2006-05/annieoakley.html https://www.new...

Faction Paradox has garnered a reputation among Doctor Who fans as the series’ most obtuse, inaccessible spin-off. This isn’t entirely unfair, it’s been saddled with some awful marketing over the years and it’s certainly plenty alienating at times. It’s kind of hard to explain to people, even close friends who know I’ve followed it closely since high school. After carefully considering things for a while I've come up with the following post, which is split in two parts: an introduction to Faction Paradox, the fictional setting and an introduction to Faction Paradox, the series. The latter is the more important matter, in my opinion, but the former is also obviously really important to a newcomer. So, ah. If you want to imagine the world of Faction Paradox it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a look at how Eccleston and Tenannt used to describe the Time War. Before it actually appeared, it seemed like this impossible mythical clash between factions of gods who could change all of h...

I could maintain a whole blog about how dodgy my house is, like some overdramatized broke-ass House of Leaves knockoff. ‘Exploration logs’ into my carpeted crawl space or the strange plants that keep growing between boards in my deck. Or the plant that keeps weaseling its way into the threshold between the front door and screen door. I had plants coming up between the cracks in the basement stairs at the start of the summer, too. There’s also a creature scratching around the edge of my guest room, which used to be a garage. This I only discovered recently, when a guest dropped by for the first time in months. My short friend Colin, a surrogate brother of sorts and a somewhat frequent guest, spent a week in that room and we started hearing scratching on night one. Several times they went outside to try and spot the thing. They never did. I think it’s a raccoon, after various half-assed attempts of my own. In any case, I’ve been treating it like a raccoon and hearing it less. I’ve a...

         I’m sitting out on my deck right now, at eleven P.M. on the Saturday after 9/11 and Friday the Thirteenth. Mid-September nights feel how July nights used to. One major political party, representing one half of the seats in Congress, refuses to acknowledge this fact. The other refuses to do anything. They’re both run by the big industrial companies, of course, and bribery just keeps getting easier.           Sometimes I miss being close to that industry, though. I remember sitting outside in Little Detroit, listening to the factories churn death into the air all night long. The paper mill stench will never leave my nose, the industrial background hum remains in my heart years after it left my ears. I’ll take crickets and owls any day. I’m uneasy about this place. I don’t want to stay here forever. It’s too small for me and her to spread out in. It’s been a great bachelor pad, it’s got features good and bad that I’ll cher...