I resigned from my idiotic day job on January 2nd of this year. It was part of my “New Year, New You” plan which involved leaving a day job that was trying to force me out anyway, finishing a sci-fi novel, eating more cheese than advisable, and marathoning every episode of Doctor Who from 1963 […]
I suck at math. So I hope to god nobody is double-checking my word count estimates. They don’t matter that much, really. I mean, I fuck up simple addition and subtraction. I get it wrong, sometimes, even if I have a calculator handy.
I’m disgusted by many of my fellow small presses. Running a small press is difficult and expensive. It’s also a calling. You start a small press because you want to champion literature. Now, every book is a gamble. It’s a gamble if you’re running Random House! But they can survive a failure. A small press […]
The idea for my 10,000 words in a day project came to me in a dream. I woke up and scribbled down titles for articles, then drank a glass of water, and then was very angry because the house was cold and I really had to take a piss. I look forward to old age […]
I wrote a tell-all memoir about my family that’s full of neglected children, poisoned ice cream, and major crimes committed by lunatics simply because they wanted to watch the world burn.