Hello everyone,
My ostrich-like work ethic means that I frequently have my head buried in the sand when it comes to updating anything but the word counts on my projects.
So let’s recap! Continue reading
Hello everyone,
My ostrich-like work ethic means that I frequently have my head buried in the sand when it comes to updating anything but the word counts on my projects.
So let’s recap! Continue reading
Originally posted on the Huffington Post here. Continue reading
This article can also be found on the Huffington Post here.
Sixteen years ago, if you’d told me that one day I’d be under studio lights with Chris Somos asking me to ‘hold that pose, yeah, just like that’ from behind a camera, my puberty might’ve become a fair bit more confusing than it already was.
But it happened. There’s proof. One surprisingly cold night in October of 2015, I found myself having a surprisingly good time in a photo shoot with one of my oldest, dearest, and surprising friends.
I’m happy to announce that my short story “Skipping Stones” will be featured in the next issue of Palladium Books’ The Rifter!
It’s great to be working with Palladium again, especially so since I can continue a series following the adventures of Happy Ending Solutions. They’re a lot of fun to write. Palladium has such a rich playground of a universe already, and I’m happy to be contributing to it.
Check out the pre-order on their website here. Order now or check it out at your local tabletop or comic store! (If it smells nerdy, they probably have it.)
Also, an article written by me is now live on the Huffington Post under the title “There’s No Shame in Shaming An Asshole.” I’ll be reposting it to this blog over the weekend, but for now you can enjoy it here.
More updates and work are coming, stay tuned!
This is a haiku I wrote for a celebration in 2011 for the Mercury Espresso Bar in Toronto. I ran across it while sorting all my documents for my big move to Vancouver at the end of the month, but I figured it was relevant enough to quickly take a break from work and post this.
It’s relevant because (for any of you not in Canada or the US) we’re getting some really nasty weather out there. It’s supposed to go down to somewhere between -40C and -50C tonight. Just to put that into perspective, this is around the average temperature of many mid-latitudinal areas on Mars.
Just my luck. Leaving for the relatively balmy shores of British Columbia in three weeks, not to mention the warm embraces waiting for me there, and I get caught in an interplanetary cold snap. Maybe I should go to Mercury – for coffee, not to burn alive (or freeze at the poles).
Keep warm out there, kids.
Below is a letter that I sent to Dan Aykroyd some time ago, and that I’d like to now share with you.
There’s a sinking sensation in my guts when the first load of hair washes off the plastic guard that covers the buzzing electric blades. Black and copper filaments circle the drain. I imagine my dignity swirling down alongside them. By the time I’ve lathered on the conditioner, when I’m past the point of no return, I’m convinced I’ve made a huge mistake.
I don’t like umbrellas. Don’t ask me why. Although it might have something to do with how they catch the wind, which I don’t much care for either.