The time changed,
And with it the sun,
And the wind. Continue reading
Category Archives: Writing
Microfiction: Halloween Children
The smell awoke Kenny. He got groggily out of bed, the clock on his nightstand showing well past 3 am. His boyfriend was still asleep.
“What the fuck is she doing…” Kenny muttered. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quietly opened and closed the bedroom door.
The bustle became obvious then: the sound of splashing, the oven door being aggressively handled. Continue reading
My Non-Fiction Trilogy
I got the paperback of my recent book.
And that makes three. This is the first trilogy I’ve ever published. Though I do plan to write future books in the series, I cannot explain how proud it made me to hold what I’ve been working on for the past few months.
Collectively, it’s over 300 pages of my musings, thoughts, advice, and experiences with writing books and being a storyteller. Continue reading
New “Are You Actually” Book!
When I said I would publish books faster, I was not kidding. Behold, the newest of my continuous stream of creations: Are You Actually Going to Improve as A Writer or Just Fade into Obscurity?
This one is exclusively writing advice. Stuff like plot, characters, and how to world build without expositioning all over the place for the first few chapters.
It was also, by far, the hardest of the Actually Author series to write. Though the next one in the series is also proving to be a difficult one to handle. It’s about Amazon Advertising, and what stuff I’ve found to be effective after testing for the past year or so.
I may take more than a month on that one.
Anyway, here’s the cover of the current book: Continue reading
Poem: Shelter
The rain shall bash the heavens,
And it shall be here tonight,
And it shall scream for all to hear,
And it shall be the undoing of the under-prepared. Continue reading
My Genre (Probably)
Coming back to my existential genre crisis, I wanted to tell you what conclusions I’ve drawn. I wanted to mention what I came to as likely the most fitting genre for me. Continue reading
Poem: Bad Rhythm
What’s My Genre?
I don’t know what type of writer I am.
When I tell people I’m an author, you might guess what they assume. Science fiction. Always, always science fiction.
I guess I give off that vibe.
But it’s not what I always feel like writing. I quite enjoy technology and speculating about the future, but it’s not the genre that fills my head. Continue reading
Writer, Me
I’m a writer, and I somehow forget that a lot. Not in my day-to-day actions, because obviously I write a lot all the time. I’m doing it right now.
But I forget that I’m a professional writer. That it’s my job. That it’s how I make money and have been doing so for a long while now.
I forget that, among the people I know, I am the writer. That’s what people know me as in my town. It’s a label, a positive one, that just is there all the time when people talk to me. Continue reading
Organizing Needed
As insane as it may sound, I have been trying to keep tabs on all of what I do in my head. Every schedule, every little task, every long-term plan—I have little written down.
It’s all in my mind.
That has not been going too well… Continue reading
Tired Rambling
So, I have written hundreds of blog posts now, on so many topics. I have covered personal things, and funny things, and political things—sometimes it’s been a little random, honestly.
But today, as I type this out, I am not sure what I want to talk about in this post. I’m sure I could write about a bunch of things. I’ve been rather busy; no shortage of updates regarding my life. Continue reading
Sorry, Everyone
Hey everyone, sorry about how the articles have been lately. I’ve been posting a lot of poems and not a lot of big stuff—and I feel bad about that.
But the reason is really cool, so bear with me as I make my excuses.
I’ve been busy doing my author stuff. I’ve been learning to advertise and market—and seeing some profit from it. Continue reading
Poem: Mr. Click
Mr. Click,
Liked to eat sticks,
And then spit out the leaves.
He did this each day, Continue reading
Poem: This Poem Is Bad
This poem is bad,
And you should not read it,
This poem is bad,
And is not worth your time,
Continue readingPoem: Time Is Off
Oddly, now it did not seem,
Like I was waking from a dream,
I seemed to know upon open eye,
That I had slept multiple hours,
Continue reading