Narrative Forge was built as a home for the longer stories—the serials, continuing narratives, strange towns, questionable people, and fictional worlds that need more room than a single post can give them.
The first time around, I made the mistake of trying to post a chapter from every active storyline every week.
That was ambitious.
It was also nuts.
So, we’re going to be smarter this time.
There will be one fiction drop each week. One week we may return to an old friend. The next may take us somewhere entirely different. Sometimes a story catches fire and demands another chapter before we’re ready to leave it.
We’ll follow the story.
Memoirs of Madness isn’t giving up fiction. Far from it. Stories in Monochrome, Quiet Fire, challenge-driven stories, That Shit… Be at a Slant, and the other short-form madness still have a home there.
The distinction is fairly simple.
MoM is where you come for the complete experience of a single piece.
Narrative Forge is where you come when the story isn’t finished with you yet.
The archives are already here, so wander around. Pick a story. Start at the beginning—or stumble into the middle and figure out where the bodies are buried.
Narrative Forge is moving again.
Not faster.
Smarter.
One story at a time.
That’s enough.
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Memoirs of Madness 
I love the way you tell a story, be it fiction or non-fiction.
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Thank you, Dallas. That means a great deal to me, especially the fiction or non-fiction part. I’ve never really wanted to build walls between the two. Whether I’m inventing a strange town or writing about something that actually happened, I’m still trying to find the story hiding underneath it all. Thank you for continuing to read.
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Your ability with words and storytelling speak for themselves. No matter the genre, you manage to convey exactly the right feeling at the right moment. It’s a delight to read everything you write because it becomes and is personal in a very profound way that speaks volumes for the reader and therefore the writer. Thank you for sharing all the versions of you there are.
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Thank you. “All the versions of you” really stayed with me. I’ve spent a lot of time wondering whether writing across so many genres and forms makes the work feel scattered, when perhaps they’re simply different ways of examining the same things. Fiction lets me approach something from one direction; essays from another; sometimes an image gets there before either of them. If something personal makes the trip from my side of the page to yours, then the story has done what I hoped it would do. Thank you for being here for all those different versions.
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Thank you. That’s indeed touching. Brings tears of joy to me pump. That’s probably obe of the mist gracious kind accepting things anyone has said.
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Thank you. That last line stopped me for a moment.
I’ve never really thought of the different things I write as different versions of me, but perhaps that’s exactly what they are. Some parts of me show up in the fiction, others wander into the essays, and a few apparently escape supervision altogether and become Dispatches. 😂
Maybe that’s why I’ve never been particularly good at separating the writer from the writing. No matter how fictional the world or how strange the character, something true usually sneaks in.
Thank you for seeing that—and for continuing to read all the versions.
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Without apology, most definitely. The reason I mentioned it is because I find myself in the same juxtaposition. There are things I write in answer to a question posed, and try as I might to appear impartial, much later, in hindsight, I look at the work and realize there is a smidge of me in it after all. I’ve thought about this a lot and you brought it to mind and I was wondering how you felt. Thank you for responding, and more for not taking afront at the thought…
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