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For the majority of the holiday season, I tediously searched streaming sites for something to watch that would not render me agitated and distressed (like gratuitous violence and/or football), but also would not be vapid, boring, and ridiculously bland (like typical Hallmark Christmas fare). Often I will rewatch beloved movies or coveted TV series in […]

Now that the designated seasons of giving thanks and believing in Santa Claus and the spirit of Christmas have passed, it’s almost time for new year’s resolutions. But given it’s also what many don’t realize is only the third day of Christmas—of “Twelve Days of Christmas” carol fame—I’m still going to espouse on gifts, and

I’ve long had a fascination for the planets of our solar system, which is likely why I now write my Other Worldly novel series focused on the possibilities surrounding extraterrestrial life on Earth and beyond. But when it came to the actual study of astronomy? Not so much. As my Other Worldly  protagonist Rowan Layne

I’m getting ready to work with the cover designer employed by my publisher for the seventh time. There are myriad financial aspects to why I decided to continue self-publishing my Other Worldly series with BookLocker, but the best reason is working with their designer, Todd Engel, to keep a bit of consistency in the look

For the past four years of having a decent human being serve as our US president in real life and subsequently in my Other Worldly novels, I’ve worried that as time goes by, the first book, Alienable Rights, would become somewhat difficult to relate to because it features a maniacal moron in the White House

The election is over and so is Thanksgiving and I can thankfully say that pundits and pontificators stuck on the “Here’s what was wrong with the Democrat’s messaging” post-election gravy train should stuff it. No more second helpings and regurgitation of righteous ridiculousness, please. You’ve made your money and your point and it was lacking

A post seen last week on Bluesky truly resonated with me: Trying to act like a functioning adult while my soul is busy filing a mental complaint against humanity. That’s pretty much what my Other Worldly novels are, a complaint against humanity. My literary reality primarily depicting humans as the problem, not extraterrestrial beings. Yet

Recently on social media I learned of an apropos Scottish word that I definitely must use in my next Other Worldly novel: dumfungled. Of course diabolical spellcheck doesn’t like it. But I do, so I added it to my online dictionary to avoid the unrelenting annoyance of having it flagged by computer programmers who aren’t

I read something on Facebook yesterday that was uncanny, as my Other Worldly novels’ protagonist Rowan Layne would say. I wanna move to Mars and hang out with aliens. I’m tired of humans. Literally the very focus of the seven novels I started writing seven years ago this month and began publishing in early 2020.

Billionaire Jeff Bezos became owner of The Washington Post in October, 2013. In failing to traditionally endorse a presidential candidate, it only took the greed-mongering coward eleven years to destroy the legacy of Katherine Graham. Fuck Jeff Bezos. As someone said on social media, “I thought ‘democracy dies in darkness’ was a warning, not a