It may be one of life's most annoying cliches but truly life is a ferris wheel. Sometimes we're at the top. Sometimes we're at the bottom. Even yours truly is not exempted from the inevitable cycle. It may be tempting to think a self-published author is immune to this. After all, if one is self-published that must mean one has won the battle against self-doubt and fear. Now, how is it possible someone who has crossed the bridge of accomplishment can fall off the track again?Read More
The release of my debut novel is approaching and it thrills me. March 6. Mark your calendar.
As much as I'd like to, I want nothing to leak before the release date.
But I had a little change of heart.
As a post-Valentine's present, I give you an excerpt from the book, taken from the chapter "Breasts, Pubic Hair, Chains, Dog, and the Lack of Underwear".
If you don't want to be spoiled by anything, turn your back now. Otherwise, enjoy!Read More
I'm going to tell you a secret: I hated Neil Gaiman.
This was back in college when I was teaching computer classes in my alma mater. One of my students mentioned a popular comic book he was reading.
"What?" I asked my student.
"Sandman, the comic book series," he said.
"Who?" I asked, meaning both the character and the author.
"Neil Gaiman. Don't you know him?"
"I don't." I shook my head and started secretly hating Mr. Gaiman then. Of course, I was jealous. At that time, I already knew I wanted to be a writer but I didn't have the confidence to share my dream with anyone. Something about talking about a famous author bruised my stupid ego. (Boom, boom, boom)Read More