Open to Work
Open to work. What a strange phrase. It makes me think of "Work? Yeah, I've heard of it. Do it? Sure, I suppose I'd consider it." I see many posts in my LinkedIn feed of people who are not just open to work but
Open to work. What a strange phrase. It makes me think of "Work? Yeah, I've heard of it. Do it? Sure, I suppose I'd consider it." I see many posts in my LinkedIn feed of people who are not just open to work but
The independent publishing world has changed so much since I joined it in 2004, but one thing that has remained constant is the immeasurable value of support from friends and family. Year after year, decade after decade, my work has been sustained by the efforts of others, from purchasing and
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I first had this conversation about superpowers in the Dominican Republic at an awesome destination wedding in 2015, and when it came time to bring all the guests together for dinner in VISE MANOR years later, I knew exactly what they would talk about. Hopefully, it added some depth to
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Brigham Plaza was so much fun to write because not only did it bring together so many fun storylines, I got to draw on my memories of FETCH BBS, which is what we Gen X'ers had before the Internet. My friends Tanzy, Cleo, Whisper, Strider, and I would
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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
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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
Behind the Scenes
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