I’m fucking terrified to write this book. But I realize I’ve been terrified to write a lot of books. ...lets start at the beginning. Back in August of 2017, I had A Book pop into my head. It’s not often an entire new series comes up and says HEY YOU SHOULD WRITE ME. I’m embarrassed … Continue reading Own Voices; Cursed Boy and Demon Girl and the latest Top Secret Writing Project
When the fuck did that happen? Anyone else feel like 2017 went by in a fucking blur of WTF? I'm having a hard time pulling out any singular moments of That Was Nice other than visiting my family in Florida way back in March, and my time spent living with the Wooldridges. And the writing … Continue reading Holy Shit Its 2018
If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve seen a brief update on this, but Facebook is an asshole and likes to eat posts and make things impossible to find--an archivist’s worst nightmare really. So, what the heck happened at the house this time? Well, it basically went to shit. What began as me thinking we … Continue reading Life update: the shittiest weekend
Alright gang, sit down, buckle up, grab a fucking drink. If you saw me recently in my last appearance from the cave(Merrimack Valley Horror Book Fest!), you may have heard a bit of this, but IT IS TIME. ON THIS EVE OF ALL HALLOW’S EVE. To tell the story of my currently haunted house. Yeah. … Continue reading Me and My Haunted House
Hoooo man, these past two months have been...a lot. There was a lot of good. And a lot of bad. Terrifying and weird and wonderful. And at times, a tid bit horrifying. I finished the first Bulletproof Spy installment. I had a melt down during the Sketchy Ass Plumbers incident and have since had to … Continue reading I’m alive! And where I’ve been.
How I knew it was time to step away from the words and return to Research Mountain.
Obvious statement the first: I am a millennial. Obvious statement the second: I am poor as fuck. Obvious statement the third: Saying no to things is the hardest thing there is. Second only to getting up for work at 4am. Every time you’re given the opportunity to do so something, you weigh out the risk … Continue reading The Importance of “Nah Bro.”
So, here’s a weird thing--I’ve been pessimistic probably since I could walk. (Realistic, thank you very much.) I knew the reality of wanting to be a Published Author from a very young age--don’t bank on bank. I was very well aware that I needed to have A Real Job to make ends meet, but at … Continue reading Vanity Hells, Media Crashes, and A Whole Lot Of Gay Werewolves; or How I became an editor
I love writing conventions. I love talking books, and the industry, and helping new writers find their niche so they can thrive. I don’t necessarily love crowds, or lots of noise, and my mental capacity for interacting with people has its limits. That’s the side-effects of being an introvert. The upside is, I recharge in … Continue reading The Introvert’s Guide to Peopling: Five steps to a great convention for people who thrive in solitude
I’m an angry writer. I don’t so much get Inspired to write something, as I do get angry and frustrated with tropes and constant mistakes. I wouldn’t call this topic a trope perse, but it is a mistake; one that I’ve encountered since I was a wee child reading my first urban fantasy novels. It … Continue reading Weekend Writing: The too convenient setting