I am not sure that I have fans. I do know I have readers. Each one of them is a very important person to me.

I have to edit what I just finished. A title called The Zoa. After that, it wouldn't be a half bad idea to get into the collection of journals I've been wanting to create. Except, I'd like to put out a gargantuan epic soon, so I may as well begin that instead. Maybe I will break routine and keep the two projects going simultaneously. Maybe I will drop them both and write a decent thriller, instead.

Being free and enjoying the wilderness. I like traveling and staying in new and exotic places. I also do martial arts, whenever I can manage to get back into shape. I was into AntiCap and AntiFa activism for a while and now I try not to think about those sorts of things.

Drug psychosis poems when I was 16. That's how it began. Pages of random thoughts, came next. More poems. I wrote a novelette called E.O.N.S. And I did a lot of autobiography in the beginning. Then when I got heavy into storytelling, there was no going back. Two mosaics of short works, one personal narrative, and six fictions later; here we are.

Brainstorm. Write. Rewrite. Edit. Be edited. Print.

Of course. I was in fifth grade. And it was called 'My Life.' It was a story where a friend of mine and I were both orphaned and foster parented together, except there were machine guns and jet packs and mass murder. When I was 23 I rewrote that story into a novella.

I grew up in the woods of north eastern Connecticut; by a pond and a river. I spent a lot of time in isolation. I was raised by television more than books. However, my mother had an attic full of books; something like a library- and her library of metaphysics and magic is still teaching me to this day. Astrology, tarot, numerology, palmistry, divination, channeling, oneirology, sorcery, and on and on; there was no limit to what that attic wold show me...

Jurassic Park was read to me before I could read by my saintly mother. The sequel, The Lost World, was the first book I ever read on my own. At the time, I couldn't imagine writing an entire paragraph. I thought that writing a book must be the most impressive thing a person can do.

Crichton. Castaneda. Rice. Poe. Kafka. Joyce. Pullman. Dante.

The first draft is the raw essence of being a writer. No aspect of writing, not fame nor fortune, will ever compare to the rush and allure of the turning white pages black.

They don't give you a choice. They present you with barriers, and you take the path of least resistance. Most days I feel as if they've channeled us into this indie disposition. This isn't what I want. I want Jew gold and blockbuster status.