If I had to tell you who on earth decides to undertake event coordination as an avocation, you know, for funsies, I’d break it down into two types of people. The person in it for themselves. The person in it for the community. Now, that isn’t to say that the person more focused on the… Continue reading The Spotlight
In which I decide to pitch my MEEP SHEEP trilogy to you so you can, you know, option it for a long running series and such.
In which I talk about the artists and creators working in the darkness of obscurity.
I always read as a kid. There was so much magic to reading that it makes me sad that kids don’t seem to have that same atmosphere to grow up around. The elements are still there but there’s so much more push to be on computers, or pull to be on cell phones, that reading… Continue reading The Titans
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cartoonist. I am sure that in the annals of this nonsensical blog I have talked about that to some degree. I loved drawing, all over the place, but I really loved drawing weird faces. The problem there was that I didn’t draw bodies, or scenes,… Continue reading Inspirations, Aspirations, and The Big Dumb But
In which I talk about my newest books.
Whenever I start a project, writing, or movie, or art, or whatever, I am immediately in love. It’s the rosy red fury of infatuation and the more I work on it the deeper I fall. It’s only when I step back to look at the landscape more clearly that I start to waiver. I start… Continue reading Letting It Sink In
That saying can be a blessing and curse, I suppose. King would talk about the Wheel of Ka, a sort of folksy DARK TOWER version of karma, and how it would all come around. Maybe that’s so. The good and the bad. The sin and the blessing. We, the holy damned. When I lost my… Continue reading …Comes Around
In which I talk about a vision forward for the city.
had the germ of this in my head for a few days and had the time at a comic con i was vending at today so i wrote it. Further. Out past the first marker that tells you that you've made it fifty feet from shore, arms starting to ache vaguely as I close my… Continue reading Further – a story