"Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water." While in Vancouver back in February I had a chance to hang out for several days with my friend Jackson Ford. He's a person I adore (and I'm not just saying that
I am a huge sucker for great lines. The ones that make you stop and stare off into the middle distance for a long moment before shaking yourself out of the unexpected contemplation of the universe and trying to go back to life as it was before. The problem, or
Apologies for missing last week, I have not been in the greatest of headspaces and scratching out some form of newsletter was just beyond my abilities. Also the following newsletter talks about faith, and while I'm not proselytizing in the slightest I know it can be difficult topic
Way back on September 13th 2005, Supernatural aired on the WB. Two brothers, monster hunters, looking for their missing father. I cannot remember now if I actually started watching then only that in the ensuing years it would become a large part of my life. It was probably my first
Author note #1: So I talked about the Avs' loss in the Western Conference Finals over in a public post on my Patreon - Man, THAT sucked - feel free to check that out for some ruminations on being a fan but not a fanatic and why I feel like the
Apologies for missing last week, things got away from me pre-trip and there was just not enough time to sit down in Virginia and write something. I had a really amazing time at RavenCon over the weekend. I'm not big on birthday parties or being the center
*there's like three of you who will get this joke, that's fine 😆 Part One: [scene, interior bedroom, top down shot] An almost 50 year old author lays facedown on the bed, clean laundry scattered around. They've got a muscle patch on their lower back
I apparently look like a trustworthy human. Yesterday I stopped at Target to grab a few things after the gym. As I walked up to the doors, lavender hair disheveled, Avalanche hoodie needing a wash, probably not smelling great, a person stopped me. "I'm so sorry but
I fell in love with Hamilton the first time I heard it. I have sung the entire thing over and over. Some of the songs have gotten me through the worst moments of my life to date. I made it about thirty seconds into the opening song before I started
Prepping for a public event always means prepping for potential shitty interactions. I am not, by nature, a confrontational person, but I did decide a long time ago that I wouldn't ever let someone push me into a locker again. I think a lot about this tweet, it&
I grew up with Westerns. (And classics and science fiction and British comedies and romances and action films - look when you have a mother who's an English teacher who encourages both your reading and watching choices, your childhood memories are pretty broad.) Then I grew up and away
I forget sometimes about my tattoos. I have close to forty, it happens. 😀 Not all of them though. The ones on my hands and arms are things I see daily (and were put there for that reason). Others I forget about until I catch a glimpse or someone asks about
I am afraid of heights. Always have been and likely always will be. This has weirdly translated into me being unable to do box jumps. Now, there's a physical component to this also as I am not a basketball player. My vertical is pretty pitiful, but when it
I have eighty things on my mind, four of them are about the US men's hockey team and their shitty behavior during their gold medal "celebration." But first, please join me in screaming about this: Riz Ahmed in "An electrifying reimagining of Shakespeare's
My Top Three Earth invasion movies: 1. Pacific Rim 2. Battle: Los Angeles 3. Independence Day My first completed novel was the first book in a planned trilogy about the invasion of Earth by vicious aliens with telekinetic powers. It was a massive, thousand-character monstrosity that spanned the globe.
The title doesn't quite fit the newsletter this week, but I like the way it feels so we're going to roll with it. I am back from my week long adventure across the wilds of Canada and my brain is filled with so much that it
I wrote a quick thread over on Bluesky the other day while out walking because I had words in my head that I needed to get down. Making art is about joy. Creation is the point, the ACT of creation, not the outcome. This is one of the reasons AI
...looking for a hand to hold. This may be a weird rambling newsletter so buckle in folks and listen to what it's like to be queer. (singular perspective only, not a monolithic opinion on queerness) Humans, man. We're desperate to make sense of the world. Put
My brain is full of things lately, so you might see an uptick in newsletters as a result. I promise I'll try not to drown you all and I do appreciate every open and read and message about these from you. 💚 I got a refurbished Polaroid from Blue
PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way. GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you
I am not a proponent of the idea that you must write every day to be a writer, or even an author. Life is fluid, ever changing, and you have to be able to work with that shifting landscape in order to make it in this business. There are obvious
I've been slowly working my way through Assassin's Creed: Shadows again. After the debacle that was Valhalla and then Mirage (I will spare you all the usual rant), I was hesitant to trust Ubisoft not to break my heart and honestly wouldn't have even
I am reading Let This Radicalize You: Organizing and the Revolution of Reciprocal Care by Kelly Hayes & Mariame Kaba. It's more than just a book about activism, it's about hope and community and how we care not only for each other but for ourselves while
Buckle up, folks, this one is personal. I was 42 when I came out, which is something that will forever fill me with amusement. That is, after all, the answer to life, the universe, and everything - so it makes perfect sense that it all went down that way. The reality