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Open to freelance work punching up stories or homepages, script-doctoring, beta reads, or other opinion vendings.
Stories have been with us since the first hunter told another about the one who got away. Stories are what make us human. Stories lead to understanding. Stories are cooked. Fiction, religion, biographies, gossip, gaming, and history it all goes into the pot and out comes as fiction. To those ends I’ve been around, professionally speaking. Marine, taxi driver, teacher, scientist, and coder. This breath of experience has given me a little knowledge about a lot of things, good and bad.
A good story reaches beyond the scope of its words.
Recent Posts
Another Cyclops Road! – “William S Burroughs’ Lord of the Rings”
With Napoléon, Anthony Silva, & Az Sperry
When the One Ring is a needle kit (both for injecting and knitting) and Mount Doom is…
I’m not saying. It’s too gross.
My Favorite Writing Tools – MileHiCon 52
MileHiCon was gracious enough to have me on their “My Favorite Writing Tools” panel. YouTube is gracious enough to make me the screenshot:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7iqHCVcUJoU
Hard Come, Easy Go
Two cloud storage services went to war on my new computer. MEGA and One Drive dumped all their contents into the same folder, then both locked up because they were full. In the extrication process, I lost half the data.
(Yes, I’ll backup my backup going forward. No reason to suggest this.)
I salvaged some off another computer before it synced the destruction. Dropbox still held the oldest of the files, from back when that was my cloud storage. And a large chunk of the PDFs I can download again from the source. The worst thing to go missing was the 20,000 words I’d written on my next novel, the sequel to The Faith Machine. All gone, every word of it.
So I got inebriated, spent an hour watching Falco videos on YouTube, and resigned myself to rewriting the first two fifths of a novel. Then it hit me, it was still on my NEO 2.
Extracting the files from the NEO became its own series of digital hurtles, but I got them. All I lost was the first pass of copy edits.
That hour was the longest week of my life. Computers suck and I hate them.