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Quentin’s Quilt
BY ZEBULON CORK Quentin was just 3 years old when he discovered the magical properties of his quilt. He’d been falling asleep one night, dreaming of sugar plum fairies and the beefy bald man who’d snuck in and stolen their TV 2 nights ago, but had given Quentin a lollipop on condition that he never
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2025: A Year in Review
2025 was a frustrating year. At least, it was when it came to my writing. I know I mentioned that in my last post, but looking back on the year as a whole, I’ve gotta say it again: I didn’t get nearly as much written in 2025 as I would’ve liked. True, I got the
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At a Crossroads
Hey all. I was debating whether it was worth doing a writing update as my “comeback” post. Just a casual “hey, here’s how things have been going” sort of post, just to try and get myself back in the swing of things. But that’s not what I think I need. Truth is, things have been
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Writing Update – September 22, 2025
Hey, everybody. Thought I’d drop an update on you, as things are getting exciting here in writer world! Well, OK…not that exciting. I’m still mostly staying at home, chugging away at one book after another…but there’s been some real progress that I’m at least pretty excited about. First, and maybe most important: the time for
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Odin’s Rage
BY ZEBULON CORK In a sandbox in suburban Toronto, little Godfrey Chalkwalk played with his Tonka trucks, dumping sand into the back of his dump truck, scooping sand with his backhoe, and repeatedly burying his bulldozer in the holes his backhoe created, as revenge for its constant plotting to break Godfrey’s knees. “Take that, Dozer!”
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Fishing
BY ZEBULON CORK One day, little Tommy Borderstack was out fishing with his old man, when he felt his little miniature fishing line tremble. Tommy grabbed onto the rod, holding on for dear life, as he imagined what kind of glorious fish had nibbled on his hook. Could it be a great white shark? A
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Writing Update – August 1, 2025
Some of you might be wondering where the Cork stories went. Don’t worry, I’ve got more. I’ll start posting them again soon. The same thing happened with me that always happens with me: I commit myself to a schedule, I follow it successfully for a little while, and then one week I forget. And then
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74,000 Bags of Coleslaw
BY ZEBULON CORK Ronnie DeCracko was enjoying a nice, light brunch when he heard a knock at the door. Frowning, Ronnie got up from his delicious brunch, took one last long whiff of his beautiful bacon, his sweet, sweet cantaloupe, his light, fluffy pancakes and his Venus flytrap smoothie, and walked over to the door.
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Obligatory Donation
BY ZEBULON CORK Deep within the recesses of Yargoth School, an ancient ritual was being performed. Little kids were reciting corny poetry. Slightly bigger kids were singing cringeworthy renditions of classic rock tunes. And even bigger kids were butchering the most basic of band tunes, causing many an ear to bleed. Yes, it was time
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Writing Update – June 16, 2025
Almost halfway through 2025. That…just really hit me as I sat to write this. The year’s almost half over. And…well, progress has been mixed. First, the bad. Procurers 2 has stalled. Like, really stalled. The main difficulty has been getting everything to fit together. Making sure Konrad has a satisfying character arc that’s still consistent