Am I actually writing a western? Yup.
One cowboy. One fighter. One victim. One survivor.
This is the story of a callous hero with a calling from God, of the man standing in his way, of a declining empire struggling to confront addiction, humiliation, and weakness, of a woman coming to grips with a violent and uncertain future.
This is the Mexican-American War, told through a shoot-em-up western rich with moral ambiguity and anti-imperialism vitriol, and absolutely free of poorly-written Southern accents.
And so, the long and arduous journey beings. I’m excited to share this new adventure with you guys; many of you have written or are writing a book, so I know I’m in good company. Pray for me, ya’ll! But also definitely share your novel-writing tips and struggles.
Want a little teaser of the novel? Check it out below.
Continue reading “Upcoming Book: Manifest Destiny! Smokin’ Guns! And One F*cked Up War!”
Many despise me. That should probably concern or even repulse me, but it doesn’t.
I think there might be a flaw in my programming. I feel nothing, but I think I should probably be feeling something.
I have never cared about other people in the way that is expected of me. Relationships and personal attachments, they are like webs linking people together. My webs never quite make it to the other person. I have friends, people I call my allies, but if they were to disappear and I would never seem them again, I would not mourn for long. I would feel sadness only briefly, but then I might feel…. relief.
Continue reading “A Guide To Loneliness”
Mama, we’re meant for the flies.
His boots kicked up dirt as he shuffled through the ridge, musket slung over his shoulder. The large boulders that lined the narrow passage on both sides were cool even when the air was thick and hot. Cannons blasted in the distance and with each crack, his heart beat faster.
It was 1865.
Wait. No, it wasn’t.
America froze in his tracks because he remembered.
He remembered dying.
Continue reading “The Five Countries You Meet in Hell”
See, kids? That’s what heavy industrialization and 500 years of chain-smoking will do to ya.
Once in a while, you have to make a yearly budget. You also have to periodically reflect on your financial priorities because some people can’t be trusted.
“So, bit of a funny story,” England said to the other members of the Security Council sitting in the conference room. “I was looking through the budget proposals when I see something just a little strange.” He slid the thick budget book to the center of the table and with a pen pointed to a particular line on the page. “This says ‘2AM runs to McDonald’s.’ And, it gets better, we’ve got $1000 set aside for that. One-thousand dollars, eight-hundred and ninety-three Euros, six-thousand something yuan–whatever the hell you want.”
He looked around the room. “Now, who wants to take a little guess at which one of us thinks we need one-thousand dollars for McDonald’s?”
Continue reading “Would You Veto a Popcorn Machine?”
This is a companion piece to the story “Holy.”
You asked how things are faring over here so I will explain with brevity the current state of Europe and its great powers. But first, I would like to get family matters out of the way.
Wales sends her greetings and wants you to know that she has been praying for your safety and prosperity. I was not aware that peculiar crystals were instruments of prayer, but she insisted that she was a “good.l Christian woman” and “not at all a Pagan.” Odd of her to say, as I had not mentioned paganism. When I asked Scotland if he too wanted to send you a message, he inquired about your identity. “Who?” “The United States of America, our estranged son!” Yet he still feigned ignorance. Ireland, a rather new addition to the family, seems to be adjusting well enough. She fears the internal backlash, but it was exactly that backlash that made her feel even stronger the need to unite. Well, she is convinced she has done the right thing, and so am I.
Continue reading “Life After Napoleon”
Women want two things: God and absolute power.
Democracy is a plague and revolutions are the rats through which the disease spreads. If not purged, it will sow chaos in Europe.
Russia stood at the head of the table and made sweeping gestures, the gold adornments on her uniform bobbing and swishing with her movements. “Today is a momentous occasion–the birth of our Most Holy and Indivisible Trinity!” Her powerful voice filled the hall. “To begin the celebration, we shall make a toast in honor of our beautiful sisterhood.” The three women raised their glasses and a round of clicks echoed off the walls.
Continue reading “Holy”
I’ll cut your little heart out ’cause you made me cry.
(Inspired by this song.)
“You little wretch.”
The words left her mouth with a snarl and venom and a spatter of blood.
Continue reading “The Girl With One Eye”