I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
When you’re a writer, and you tell people that you are, you end up getting a lot of people asking questions about it.
And when you tell them that you’ve written, like, 20 novels/novellas, you get the obvious question:
How did you do it?
Well, here’s how I did it, in book form:
I write, right?
For combat is my story—
I feel you can tell a lot,
When your characters are in fury, Continue reading
I miss the feeling of my body soaring along,
With the push of my feet,
I once could outrun,
Even slow cars, Continue reading
Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
Rising—
Crinkling—
Sucking dry, Continue reading
Let’s talk about my writing history here. I don’t mean it as a brag, not much anyway. It’s just context, and it’s interesting context.
I spent about 2 years writing like a madman. A book a month or so. Massive, massive amounts of content. I kept it going even through some pretty intense exhaustion, and I don’t regret that.
But there came a day when I was working on a book and I wasn’t exactly blocked, I was just…off. I felt tired of it, unwilling, though not unable, to write another book. The stories I already created, that only I had seen, felt like they were staring at me with menace. Like they were angry with me for letting them rot and gather dust. Continue reading
For those that have not been reading my blog long enough to know, I used to be rather overweight. One of my most read articles ever was me talking about my life while being overweight and how I felt after losing a lot of pounds.
But what I never talked about was something odd that’s been a big part of my life for the longest time. I’m sure it had something to do with my weight being so unhealthy as a child, but, even in a healthier place now, it’s not stopped.
And that’s my absurd hunger. Continue reading
Brandon Scott realized that he had written, by now, so many odd stories that he started these microfictions with simple nonsense words, and then tried to work them backward. Today’s brain bubbling bramble was something called “Cajun Bacon,” and he assumed it was a story about some type of spicy bacon, or something. Continue reading
A story told,
Of things that are not real,
But fakeness lacking,
A product of zeal, Continue reading
The second book is out and ready!
Behold!
It took me a little longer than expected to get this one out with everything going on in the world right now, but it’s available for purchase or for borrow on Kindle Unlimited.
It picks up a little later in the timeline from the first book and introduces honestly some of my favorite characters I’ve written. The satire aspects of the series are also, arguably, even more extreme than they were in the first book, but you’ll have to read the book to see what I mean.
I’m now trying to publish a book every month and so far I’m mostly on track. For as long as I can, I’m publishing and improving and trying new things. I’m even making some money at this author game.
So, yeah, I’m very excited to see where this all takes me and looking forward to finally, finally getting all five books in the Quintet out for people to read.
Stay tuned. The books only get more insane from here.
Want to read something longer by me? How about a whole novel!