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
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
*sits down* *pours you a glass of water* Have you seen Legion? No? Well. Shit... alright. Demisexual to me is...well its the barrier between me and dating. It's the shrug every time someone asks if I find a guy attractive. It's the lean back when someone goes to kiss me at the end of … Continue reading What is Demisexual
I don't like resolutions--I never really have. They're one of those things that grate on me, like when people ask where I'll be in five years or when exactly I plan to get a fucking book published. I have no fucking idea what the year will hold, so I can't really say if I can … Continue reading 2017: The Year Without A Resolution
An Andro Named Sue 