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.
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
When I was a kid, male gay characters in fiction did not exist. And when they did, they were all very much the same. They were effeminate, catty, fashionable, cowardly, self-centered, and very promiscuous. They did not get lead-roles, because they weren’t fully realized characters. Queer characters in fiction during my teenage years were deliberately … Continue reading Weekend Writing: male queer in adult fiction
I’ve never been nervous about writing before. That sounds...overly cocky, I know, but it's not cockiness. It’s lack of giving a fuckness. If I think the plot is sound and the characters are interesting, I write it. I don’t worry about marketability, or who to sell it to. I just write, and I put the … Continue reading No Touchy: Why I’m seriously considering self-publishing