It’s not a secret. But it’s not something I bring up regularly either. I suppose I was a victim, although I don’t think of myself that way, at least not anymore. All of it — the sickness, the lies, the abuse — have become no less than, but also no more than, the pivot of my life so far, the fulcrum around which everything else … Continue reading I wanna talk about the dissolution of my marriage
One of the fringe benefits, I guess, of serializing longer works in shorter chunks, is that I’ve iterated a lot the last couple years. In fact, I’m about to produce my eighth title in the last 24 months. It’s really taught me how I write. Not how TO write. But how I do it. Some people plot everything out, for example. Some people write by … Continue reading How I Do It
I want to tell you a story with a wonderfully terrible ending. It starts in high school, where I sat quietly in class for days on end ignoring girls and filling notebooks with cheap knockoffs of my favorite sci-fi novels. It looked like I was taking notes, you see. (“I was not challenged enough in school.” Isn’t that what they say these days?) Like most … Continue reading Darksign: the birth of a novelist
The first volume of The Minus Faction Omnibus is now available. It collects the first three episodes of the series (for less than the cost of buying the three individually) and includes some bonus art and additional materials, such as the following interview by my friend and colleague LJ Cohen, who asked some wonderfully insightful questions! The Minus Faction is all about people with special … Continue reading Dead Men Eat No Peaches: An Interview With a Cretin (and a new release!)
Guess who got new ink this week in Tokyo? Go ahead. Guess. I’ll wait while you think about it. Continue reading May You Never Be Complete: New Ink!
When I was little, my parents took us all to the circus. I was visibly enraptured by the knife thrower. After his performance, my mom asked me what I thought. “It was okay,” I said, “but he kept missing her.” art by Glenn Arthur Continue reading True Story
I was a late bloomer. Wait. Backup. I was at a Breeders concert my freshman year of college. I was not old enough to drink, which the state of Oklahoma takes very seriously. (The entire state was dry until 1957, meaning soldiers returning from WWII were not allowed to have a beer.) So having a drink was out of the question. A young woman with … Continue reading Story Time With Uncle Ricky (NSFW)