An unabridged collection of my nonsense
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What’s left behind
One year since we said goodbye to our dog Senga. It feels like a year, and it doesn’t feel like a year. In bed at night, I can easily close my eyes and imagine she’s spread out at our feet, making it impossible for me to straighten my legs. The grind of our ice maker…
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Work sucks. (I know.)
I essentially have my dream career. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a kid, and here I am. I also get to make my own hours and work however much I want. I am in total control. So why the fuck was I working 50+ hours a week not so long ago?…
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We live in a terrorist state
Today I learned that one of my author friends was injured while out selling her books at a street fair. Someone did a drive-by, and a bullet and shattered glass ricocheted into her eye. From what it sounds like, she’s not going to have vision in that eye, and seeing as how she’s already on…
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More and more and more books
My 40th book releases on August 1st. That seems like too many books for one person. I know some folks have written more than that, but… maybe they shouldn’t have? Maybe it’s too many. I haven’t calculated the total number of words in all those books, but I passed the 1 million mark years ago.…
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In the year 2019
Back in 2019, when I was still in the planning stages for Alice Luck, I rationalized a lot of “research.” The great thing about being a writer is that when something seems really fun and interesting, you can dive deep into it, buying books, paying for classes, watching movies about it, and it’s all tax…
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Party like it’s 2005
On January 6th, 2005, something very unlike another January 6th years later happened: I started writing my first book. It was/is called The Fraud (not available to buy because it’s a first book and not great), and I wrote it chapter by chapter on my LiveJournal. I loved LiveJournal, but it went out of style,…