Writing in this broken era

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to get things done these days. The news cycle has gotten dire enough that some mornings it’s difficult to get out of bed. Other days there’s so much going on, and so much of it is infuriating that it’s almost impossible not to spend the entire day distracted. 

Memory and Time

I got started making a big list of movies that had an important influence on me and I was trying to remember when I saw those movies, and when I confirmed via IMDB that I’d gotten it all wrong, it got me thinking about memory and the ways we use to remember things or attach them to our timeline in our memory. 

D&D and Gaming While Adult

Currently I’m running one D&D Campaign and playing in another. Like writing though, the ideas for new campaigns keep coming, much faster than my available time, made exponentially worse by the fact that roleplaying games being a group activity requires that several people’s schedules… several adult’s schedules… line up. The phrase “Gaming while adult” is spot on for the difficulties it implies. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to play more often, just like not having time to write every story that comes into my head doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could somehow write them all. 

Four Corners and my addiction to research

My third novel is released today!

It’s a bit of craziness involving conspiracies woven through time, secret libraries of lost information hidden in what appear to be derelict buildings in the desert, psychedelic 70s western films, the Wild Bunch, the ancestral Puebloans, and so much geology.

Prog Rock

When I was growing up it always seemed like I could only like one type of music. Maybe that’s a folly of youth, maybe it’s a sort of binary brainwashing that takes education to overcome: just because something’s good doesn’t mean the other thing is bad.

Like many who start a blog, this isn’t my first rodeo. I livejournaled back in the day before it became hacker no man’s land, I have a Goodreads blog, but it occurred to me that not everyone has a Goodreads account, I have seen attack cruisers off the shores of Orion… or perhaps that last one is someone else’s memory. Damned implants, it’s so hard to tell which are my memories.