Science Fiction Author
For My Fellow Readers
Although I've never really dreamed of being a full-time author, I can't deny it would be nice to sit around every day and do the thing I love the most: eat French bread pizzas. Then, after the pizzas were gone, I would spend the rest of
For My Fellow Readers
As I'm finishing up House of Nepenthe and looking to the next project, I'm curious to know which Vinestead Anthology novel has been your favorite so far. Is it the cyberpunk murder mystery Vise Manor? Or the twisty thriller Por Vida? Or the OG hacker against
I haven’t read… like sat down and opened a book… in months. I’ve listened to Dune and Sure I’ll Join Your Cult, but there really is no time for casual reading these days. But, this is normal, and part of an effort not to let other, better
Writing
This is one of the worst notes I leave myself. Worse than “terrible.” Worse than “full rewrite.” Very short means I couldn’t even write 2,000 words in a chapter, which means there just isn’t much here. Not enough conflict. Not enough plot. And yet we have to
Flashes From the Verse
Julius pulled the rig from his face and felt the rush of cool air over his skin. His apartment was dark, lit only by the glow of his laptops. Gray Man flashed frantically, warning him that the proxy path had collapsed and the hops between his rig and The Net
Oh boy, I've been holding onto this one for a long time. Almost 20 years. I'd always hoped to turn it into a full-length novel someday, but I ran into two problems. First, it's a tight novella. Making it longer wouldn't have
Flashes From the Verse
Bowie Elementary hadn’t seen a student in ten years, and yet the city had never gotten around to demolishing the school. Instead, the octagonal building had been allowed to languish in the middle of a drowsy neighborhood with its doors and windows boarded up and its innards baking under
Jennifer and I have been reminiscing about Misawa days and all the people we lost touch with. Turns out memories from 30 years ago don’t just fade away like you expect them to. Although I didn’t become a musician by any stretch of the word, that band room
I’ve created a monster. You know, I didn’t get the internet until I was 16. And then it was dial-up at 28.8bps. And the only good site was adamsandler.com. I don’t think the real Adam Sandler ran it, just some dude who wanted to post…
Writing
For use in your local Obsidian wiki where you store all the collected knowledge about your literary universe. You do have a personal wiki, don't you?
Writing
Writing a blurb is hard. Everyone knows this. These days, you might be tempted to use generative AI to write it for you, but as an artist, you know this is fundamentally wrong and that people will laugh at you. You don't want that. You want to be
For My Fellow Readers
Sunrise on the outskirts of Pickaxe, Montana. Rajink sat on a small outcropping of rocks examining his hand. All night, it had bothered him, throbbing hard enough to rouse him from his sleep. Now, under the soft glare of sunrise, he tried to find some outward problem with it. It