So . . . that happened.

I finished Blood Rain a few weeks ago, in April 2017.

I’ve signed a contract with Canadian indie publisher Filidh Books.  When I know more about release dates and book signings and readings and all that jazz, I’ll update here, along with links to the publisher’s website.

It took me twelve years of on-again, off-again writing to finish Blood Rain. It’s gross and scary and funny. I hope you’ll like it.

I’m hard at work on Downward Dog. 

The story I want to be able to tell at parties is that writing the first novel took twelve years, but writing the second only took four months.

Even if it takes longer than that, I might tell that story anyway. (Writers are such liars).

Understanding Bias – What color is this truck?

I fucking hate pseudoscience

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No, it’s not a trick question.  Go ahead and say it.  The truck is yellow.

So what’s the point?  How does this help us grasp the concept of cognitive bias?  Well, consider this quote from David McRaney,

“If you notice a rise in reports about shark attacks on the news, you start to believe sharks are out of control, when the only thing you know for sure is the news is delivering more stories about sharks than usual. . . you think, ‘Gosh, sharks are out of control.’ What you should think is ‘Gosh, the news loves to cover shark attacks.”

It’s actually very reasonable to assume that the more you hear about shark attacks, the worse the problem is. It’s how our minds work.  Our brains are making an assumption that works really well in small-scale.   In other words, when our world is small enough that the stories…

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That’s it, I give up.

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I made a decision twenty years ago.

I decided that I would set creative writing to one side so that I could focus on obtaining what some people would call ‘a real profession’.

Ten years ago, I decided I couldn’t avoid writing any more without some part of me dying, so I started writing creatively again as a ‘hobbyist’.

Being a hobbyist isn’t enough for me.

Having a ‘professional’ job hasn’t gotten me all that I hoped it would. Furthermore, it costs me emotional energy, enthusiasm, and creativity. Having spent those pennies at work, I have little-to-nothing to put into writing projects.

That’s gotten even worse since I started looking for a new (white collar professional) job. I’ve had even less zazz. This is because I experience looking for work to be twice as draining as actually working the job. Writing has slowed to a trickle.  Why in the world should I try so hard for a job I don’t actually want to do?

So I’ve decided to give up.

That’s it. I quit. Don’t want to do it anymore. Not gonna do it anymore.

I hereby resign from the world of white collar professionalism.

Enough is enough.

I am going to get a J-O-B that pays the bills that I can do in my sleep.  Then I will write my ass off.