The Story

When I was very little, my grandfather would set me on his knee, open a picture book or magazine and ask me what was happening in the picture. We would sit for hours (or as it seemed to a small child) and make up stories about the political comics or what an eagle was thinking in the wildlife shot. I remember reading Anne of Green Gables years later and finally feeling like someone got my brain. There was a chapter where she said she had invented colorful back stories for all the members of her church. Yes! This was me all the time!

People always ask what I read. I don’t read much any more. People ask what I write. I haven’t written a lot or at least anything you can find. But I have a love affair with stories, sometimes loving the world the story was written and the back story more. I probably was the only person who want to know more about Hobbiton or wished there had been a chapter or two more on Diagon Alley.

There have been more disappointing news with my stories coming to life, I’ve had trouble getting together with my new artist but every time we speak he says he’s still interested in the project but with a surgery coming, everything gets to be pushed back again. Even with all that, don’t give up on me and I will continue to fight to make these stories real!


Our New Artist!

Or should I say illustrator? Which sounds better? Personally I like Artist more because it speaks to more than one…..

What am I doing?! Seraphim City is happy… Gleeful to announce our new artist in residence Don Brown… Or Donald E Brown the 3rd if you go from his fancy contracting business card. I took 3 months, 20ish applicants and a few serious thoughts of quitting writing altogether before it was determined that Don had the talent needed for the stories. He is a Pittsburgh resident, father, contractor, tattoo artist and thankfully draws so that you can feel the emotion of his art. I have already seen a few of his rough sketches of his interpretation of the stories and you are going to love them!

Join me in welcoming the new team member Don and if you know anyone who needs a new tattoo in the meanwhile, give him a call!


Eloquently Said

So I’ve been feeling rather lost in my own world and have had some trouble working on post etc. We can blame it on my introversion, my seasonal dispersion, and my still obvious lack of the perfect artist, but I am still here and feel the urge coming back.

In the meanwhile, I thing one of my favorite bloggers puts it best….Pause

Back to school!

After a month of enforced rest (I was beginning to lose my mind towards the end of last semester) I am back in the classroom. I’m not sure how a month off could possibly have been so busy, but a positive of that was I had no time to worry about the coming semester. I’m taking all my remaining prerequisites so I can get into a bigger college next semester, so it seems like this could be a much easier semester.
This morning, i trudged my way thru campus, the first day butterfly’s kicking in my stomach, only to discover my first class is in an old Victorian style building so beautiful inside it makes me ache… I hope I’m not the only person with a love and awe for beautiful old things! I just had to share what I saw!


How many stories do I tell until I’ve told them all? Til I’ve poured out the soul of me, the soul of my writing? Will I be seen in the words, do I want to be? The world I created calls for life’s blood to exist as each step and word propels me to my future where I exist or I am bled dry.
The future pulls as hard as the words while the music is the avalanche I ride and am trounced by to get there.


Introvert in a Top Hat: Steel City Con 3

If the holidays have reminded me of anything, it has been that I am an introvert. I don’t mean the stereotypical definition of shy, awkward and off in a corner with a book… although that is me too. I mean the actual definition, deriving energy from recovery time and not the people around me (the exact opposite of every family member I have been around this entire vacation minus my girlfriend). Being this way, surrounded by people who don’t get it, I get a lot of questions that eventually get annoying:

Why aren’t you talking?

Why don’t you come join the group?

Why are you on your computer?

Blah, at 32 I can deal with the questions better than I could when I was little and have learned to translate them into “We want you to come talk to us,” but it’s still a pain feeling so misunderstood. Another big part of being an introvert is being “on” when there is company or at work or school. It’s exhausting, but as a socialized introvert (which is why most people don’t believe that I am an introvert) I’ve learned how to roll with it, mostly. More interesting things about introverts here.

Which brings me to my insane decision to do something with my writing. No longer do writers exist unknown until that fateful day a letter comes in the mail from a publisher… and even long after that. Now there is the social media side of it all. I am writing a majority of the blog posts, minding the Facebook and ignoring the Twitter (I’ll get the hang of it eventually) and I kind of love it. I try to avoid the shameless self promotion because I just can’t do it (I recently read a really fascinating blog on blogging, self promotion, the goals we make for our selves and discouragement you should check out!) but sitting on my phone between classes (or during the dull ones) instead of playing Candy Crush has been a blast! It’s that next step that makes my inner introvert squirm… This weekend coming I will be at the Steel City Con in Pittsburgh, dressed as a character in one of my stories would be, handing out my card (I HAVE A CARD NOW!!!!) and talking to all the professional con goers about what to do and how to do it.

Yeah, I’m a little freaked out. I’ve been trying to focus on the geek-tastic fun of the con, but this is also a thing I’m doing for the stories and the future graphic novel. Yikes!

Well, here goes nothing. At the very least, I will be there Sunday the 7th, in costume, with my cards and I want company!!! Who will meet me there? If all goes well, I hope to have a table some time soon.



The other day, my irate girlfriend read to me a post by this guy she knew in college. He was kind enough to give us his perspective on this holiday season and he had nothing good to say. He said there was nothing to be thankful for this year. And then 10 people liked his status. How horrifyingly fucked up. Nothing?! I’m sorry but if you are healthy enough to type a Facebook post, have enough money to afford a device to post things with and a warm place to post them from, you are blessed. There have been times in my life I had to decide if I was paying my phone bill or eating or just not turning the heat over 50 in the winter, times when I could not do either. I know of many people who would have seen me then and been jealous that I had a freezing cold apartment, a carton of eggs, a medical issue and a horrible job. Even then I had it good.
Thinking about that careless post and remembering those rough years in my 20s I realized I have a lot to be thankful for… A big lot. I have a warm home, healthy, intelligent step kids, 3 jobs (school, military, home improvement store) that make the bills tough but doable, a good family, made up of both blood and adopted family and a goofy new kitten.
And if that wasn’t enough, I have my girlfriend. I don’t know anyone else in the world who could put up with my moods, smelly shoes, tv and Minecraft addiction, inexperience with kids (did you know you can’t just call them ass-holes, who knew) and overall insanity, all the while balancing the kids, remembering my favorite foods (and hiding them from the kids so I can actually get some) and telling me every day that she believes in me to do well in school and to do something with my writing, even if it involves using some of the hard earned money to make happen.
I am lucky. Life is so far from perfect I got my honorary Grizwald card in the mail last week (and that is a typical day for us) but at the end of the day, I and everyone else can find something to be thankful for. What are you thankful for?
P.s. “I don’t can’t stand you” still