Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find ramblings of all sorts, perhaps the occasional (and probably unfinished) fiction writing, or even the odd poem here and ...
The universe is born of chaos. Stray particles floating through an undecipherable void, colliding, exploding, its product spreading ever outward into nothingness, its matter creating ever more burning orbs and dead worlds. Order, contrary to popular belief, is not the opposite of chaos but a spoke on its wheel. Order is found in chaos, created from chaos. Our solar system is a fluke, a statistical…
Listen, I love that romantasy exists as a genre. As a general rule I'm pro anything that gets people reading. I think the evolution of genres, smashing together of genres, discovery of new genres and all that is great, and I encourage it happening more. But, of course, not every genre is for everybody, and romantasy (and the broader romance genre in general) is just not for me. Now, I'm not one of…
What a big question: who am I? What am I doing here? I've always been one of the "good ones." I was a good kid growing up, staying out of trouble. I'm a good employee. A reliable friend. A rule respecter. And while some of that is definitely important to me (I will always sacrifice the shirt off my back for the good of a friend), the rest has often felt lacking. I've joked that if everything ever…
My whole life has been plagued by the rational. When I was younger people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, as adults are wont to do when trying to negotiate conversation with a child. I, of course, would throw out whatever my child brain thought was cool, no matter how far fetched. I'd want to dig up dinosaur bones, be an astronaut, be a fireman so I can drive the big truck and use…
I struggled to know whether or not I wanted to post this, and honestly I still don’t know. For one, I think it’s bad as a work of poetry or prose or any other form of written word. It’s clunky and irregular and almost simplistic in its vocabulary. But more importantly, it’s very raw, very revealing. I struggle with authenticity. I think we all do to some extent. I find the most inspiring people to…
When James Gunn's Superman came out, I called it a hotdog of a movie. Which is to say that it was more than empty calories, but less than a fulfilling, nutritional, meaty masterpiece of a film that you can really sink your teeth into. It's a movie you watch once, have a generally good time doing so, and then more or less forget about. Maybe you catch it again a few years later when nothing else…
See, ever since striking off on my own, landing my first job (a terrible one which overworked all its employees), and becoming accustomed to adult life I’ve had an adverse reaction to escapist enjoyment. I like it, or rather I like the idea of it, but in the back of my mind is a constant ticking clock - a reminder that enjoying this time means that said time is slipping away. Now on its face this…
I don’t know if this will be the last post ever written online, but I do know it will at least be one of the last. That seems like good enough reason to me to say something, anything. But what does one say at the end of the world? Should I recount the news? To what end? One thing we’re not lacking in is documentation of our own demise. Should I tell you about my day? An average day for the life of…
That’s not to say that I dislike sequels, or trilogies, or what have you. I enjoy staying in a world, watching characters grow and change, seeing how they react to different challenges, etc etc. But there’s a certain type of book that simply knows there will be another book after it is finished. These are often easy to spot as they leave hanging so many threads and, often, will end with blatant…
They say they are the victims As their torches accrue They say there are no slaves And abduct your neighbors too They say they are the natives And corral away the few They say they are not slavers Just the boys in blue They say there are no fanatics Except who side with you