Good day, peoples of Earth!

From now on, the Phoenix Nest will undergo a transformation of sorts. Rather than focusing on specific features like Songs In Haiku, I will instead be using this as a more general creative diary. If I do some writing/drawing/whatever, I will do a post about it here. I’ve already been doing this privately for about a month, so hey, might as well extend it to the world at large.

So, no more weekly features?

Not regularly, no. I won’t completely abandon them if I think of something especially cool, but as it was, having to grind through the same thing over and over was playing hell for my creativity. Way I’ve figured it, this should be better for us both. : >

What’s the update schedule, then?

Daily, my friend! Well, more or less. I’ve been working on creative stuff for about a month now, and while I have missed the odd day, it’s been going pretty well. At minimum (unless I say I’m going on holiday or something), you can expect content every two days, but it could very well be more than that.

What sort of things will you post?

At the time of writing this post, I’m working on a RWBY fanfiction over on Archive Of Our Own called What Was Sown Among Thorns. If I do some writing for that, I’ll do a short post, usually entailing my thoughts on it. And, of course, when I post the chapter officially, it will be linked here as well.

In addition, you can expect visual art occasionally, when I’m not busy writing instead. As a preview of what I’m working on, you can check out the post after this one!

Is that book still in the works?

Yep, about 1/4 way through the second draft. It’s a massive overhaul on a conceptual level, so it’s going to take some time to finish—plus, I want to get this fanfic squared away before I do (since I don’t like leaving things hanging like that). Once I begin my editing there, I’ll make posts similar to the fanfic ones, perhaps with some insights into characters or my creative process.

I have a question!

Do you, now? Well, if you want to get in contact me, send me an email at I check my email daily, so it shouldn’t take me long to reply. If it does, maybe check my blog to make sure I’m not in another country or something.

Is that all?

Sure is, friend. It’s good to be back. : >


Hundred Word Wander – Behemoth

I always loved the water glass scene from Jurassic Park, the one where a dinosaur’s footsteps cause it all to shake.

Turns out it’s a lot less cool in real life, when the ‘dinosaurs’ dwarf a T-Rex thrice over.

“Was it always like this?”

I looked to the naive hero-to-be sitting across, decked out in school uniform.

“No,” I replied, taking a drag from my cigarette. “We just had monsters dropped on us from the rainbow sky god.”

“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

The cave shook violently as something enormous crashed outside.

“Oh look,” I said. “There’s one now.”

Hundred Word Wander – Identity

Ash blasted my lungs as I picked amongst the ruins, the sun beating down on my back. Coughing, I adjusted my goggles before continuing my search, spying a sharp glint out the corner of my eye. A minute later, I’d found my prize: a pristine, midnight black assault rifle.

“Well, aren’t you a beauty?” I said, rubbing my hands.

“Why thank you,” said the gun. “My appearance is my pride, after all!”

I jumped back, tripping over a broken girder.

“Don’t be afraid!” it exclaimed. “I am the ancient sword Excalibur!”

I frowned. “Do swords shoot bullets?”

“We do now!”

Hundred Word Wander – Coffee

The genie asked, “What should the world be made of, master?” I could’ve said anything. I could’ve made it out of diamonds, gold, fuckin’ happiness, I dunno.

But it was half seven in the morning, so of course I said coffee.

It’s not even the beans, either; it’s honest-to-God liquid coffee. I’m being sucked into this pungent whirlpool of stupidity, and all I know is that I’ve got a fuckin’ good excuse to be off work today.

I even consider drinking some, but then I see old Ben doing a gleeful backstroke.

Definitely not. The bastard drinks tea, after all.

Hundred Word Wander – Spy

The target bought a grande cappuccino at Costa, 10:35.

She checked her phone as she waited for it to cool. Every so often, her gaze would go askance, towards a tall man a table down. He had also bought a grande cappuccino, five minutes before. The man seemed preoccupied himself, watching something outside of the café.

Then I noticed their clothes. Long, brown trenchcoat, sunglasses, dipped fedora. Waistcoats and formal shirts, prim and proper. Thick, black boots ready for walking.

Suddenly, I looked behind me, and I saw the third, a smaller man in the same garb.

I sighed.

Not again.

Hundred Word Wander – Fissure

When my teacup fell over, I knew it was the end of the world.

It was my favourite cup, filled with piping hot English Breakfast. The other cups soon followed, but I was still in the thrall of my shattered favourite. Tiles fell from the roof, shattering against my beautiful floor; my word, I just cleaned it!

Positively fuming, I left for my garden, which did little to quell my anger. Flowers torn from their roots, earth tearing apart with a terrible groan, and hooligans screaming for their worthless lives.

I sighed.

If only I had that cup of tea…

Hundred Word Wander – Star

In the beginning, there was nothing, and boy was that boring to travel through.

Sure, standing on top of a star as it whizzes through the universe sounds cool as hell, but in an empty universe? Oh, look, more nothing going past, didn’t see that coming. Let me guess, in a hundred miles we might run into nothing, then maybe we take a left into nothing? Fantastic.

So, after sticking around being bored for a while, I decided enough was enough. I ‘let there be light’ as the saying goes.

Regretted it ever since. Bloody planning permission was a nightmare.