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Saturday Morning After the End The weird thing about finishing a trilogy is

The weird thing about finishing a trilogy is realizing the characters didn’t get the memo.

PRIMACY is done. The files are exported, the covers are live, the story has its ending. But my head still sounds like Berlin at midnight with wolves pacing, wires humming and ghosts of the people I made refusing to shut up.

You spend years in that world, and suddenly you’re supposed to move on. Write the next thing. Sell the current thing. Pretend the emotional hangover is just caffeine withdrawal. But...

The Indie Gauntlet, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Format the ePub

Self-publishing means you're the writer, editor, marketer, accountant, and because the universe enjoys a joke, the graphic designer too.

And here's the kicker...I went to college for graphic design! I know the theory, the grids, the Pantone wheel. I can talk typography until your eyes glaze over. And still, I've found myself at 2 a.m. locked in a death match with two shades of red, convinced my entire career depends on choosing the "right" one.

The Hat Pile

Indie publishing is a hat pile that...

Big news from the weird little corners of my writing life! SirusXM reached

SirusXM reached out about my short story "Mrs. Krampus" (from my collection WRONG CHANNELS).

They’re planning to have it recorded by one of their hosts and aired on Scream Radio, a special Halloween pop-up channel launching October 15th.

So, yes, a story about a mom who may or may not turn into Krampus will soon be read aloud to actual humans across the country.

Thrilled. Terrified. Wondering if this means I need to start leaving cookies out for horned demons.

Huge thanks to the SiriusXM for...

Welcome to the static... This won't be tidy.Think of it more like a lab

This won't be tidy.

Think of it more like a lab notebook I left open on the wrong desk. Some pages will be book news. Releases, events, covers I can legally show you. Some will be stray transmissions from the universes I'm building. And some will just be me, yelling into the void about AI, dragons, or whatever weird headline made its way into my pysche that day.

If you're here, you've probably already met the kind of story I tell. The ones where the code starts praying. Where blood remembers...