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one monkey, no typewriters

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Picking Up the Ghost
a YA urban fantasy of ghosts, lies, and voodoo

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one monkey, no typewriters

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Running Wild Anthology of Stories Vol. 2
featuring ‘The Ginger Jar’

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San Diego writer of speculative fiction in prose and comics. Author of the YA urban fantasy Picking Up the Ghost, the upcoming E.S.P. and espionage novel The Faith Machine, and the upcoming graphic novel Dead Woman.

Open to freelance work punching up stories or homepages, script-doctoring, beta reads, or other opinion vendings. Represented by Cherry Weiner

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.

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I could of retired by now.

Today is the 20th anniversary of my first day in the Marine Corps. If I had stayed in and made Gunnery Sergeant then I could retire today with a pension of $2000 a month.

Totally not worth it.

Not that saying in was an option, I was ready to get out within a year. Even with the long periods of unemployment that I’ve had to put up with I’m better off, financially and physically. I think back about the lifers that I knew back then and how they looked so goddamn old. These guys weren’t even 40 yet and they all looked like grandpas and worn out leather boots.

The Marine Corps taught me the value of freedom, but not the way they advertise.

Sigh…

The inside poop that’s got me down: sub-genre saturation. Picking Up the Ghost started as a manifesto that started as a list of things I didn’t like about Harry Potter. But inverted or not it’s too close to it’s inspiration. “…it’s the misfit teenager who is secretly communicating with a ghost … I’ve seen it all and I’m seeing it often.” Ouch.

Well I’ll keep pushing it as long as I can but I’m also resigning that I might have to get my second novel published before I can get an agent to take a real look at my first. In the meantime I’m going to try writing short fiction pieces. Experiment with forms of speculative fiction. Maybe I’ll get lucky and grab the attention of an agent. I’ve been fleshing out some ideas I had for Alejandro’s Ocean, the time travel game of Lexicon that petered out. And I might try to convert the first issue of Seize Him! into prose.

When life gives you discouraging inside poop, make poop juice.

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