An Andro Named Sue

Balancing a career in publishing with chronic migraines. Sort of.

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.

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. …

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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 …

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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.

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 …

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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 …

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