Behold the cover of my new novel, releasing this July!
Jacob Kingsley is a bachelor in his thirties. He wears the same clothes every day. He spends his nights playing GameBox and drinking beer. A talking fly with magical powers follows him around wherever he goes, but, other than that, he’s just a normal guy.
Bill the Fly is a trippy dark comedy dealing with relationships, modern life, and murder.
Look for it on Amazon on 7/23!
It’s Star Wars day. Get out your lightsabers. Puns aside, it’s hard to write. It’s even harder to write when money’s coming in slowly through avenues that suck up your time and leave you tired at the end of the day–too tired to write. It’s hard to write when you feel pressured to “get a real job,” and it’s hard to write a blog post about being pressured to get a real job when you feel like complaining is childish and you should just suck it up and do what your parents and grandparents have done for centuries and just work–work for your family and those you love.
Here’s a topic that will interest no one. Authors are frequently speaking objectively about their art and what it means, and we all remember when J. K. Rowling spoke ex cathedra and declared Dumbledore gay. A valid question that one should ask if that one, like me, is a pretentious literary turd is, what does that mean? How important is the author’s opinion about his work? WHERE IS THE MEANING, and why am I asking such enormous, monumental questions, and do I actually intend to answer them in a Wednesday morning blog post?
It’s been many moons since last I dusted off this ol’ blog, and, surprisingly, I’m still getting traffic (thanks all three of you)! “What ever could spawn such a divergence from laziness, Nate?” you ask. I’m glad you asked. It’s a terrible trend that is affecting the young and so-called “educated” in liberal arts classes across American colleges: an advocacy for censorship.
It’s been a bit, and I apologize for the irregularity of my posts. I’m currently working on a few personal matters as well as a new novel. With any luck, I can get back to a more regular schedule in the middle of Spring once things have quieted down, but no promises.
That being said, I appreciate your support and I would GREATLY appreciate it if you would mosey on down to the good people at HelloHorror and check out my short story, “A Miracle Repaid.” It’s one of the first stories I wrote and I’ve been waiting a long time for it to get some readers. Give it some love and tell me what you think.
Best wishes to you all.
I did it. I won… second place in Writer’s Weekly Fall 24-hour contest. Check out the winning entry here!
When I was a young-un, I played a game called Harvest Moon. I played a game called Harvest Moon a lot. It was a simple premise: be a farmer, live a rustic, peaceful life, bring home the $$KACHING(CASHREGISTERNOISE)DOH$$. You could also get married, but you didn’t have to go to all of the trouble of actually ATTRACTING someone. Nope. If you gave them enough flowers or milk or bugs or whatever they liked, they’d fall madly in love with you, bear you children, and love you until the day you die.
Just like real life.