Sci-fi author, crypto builder, freelance marketing guy. Liberty and prosperity for all. I build, inspire, organize and promote.
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Have you ever wanted to succeed at something? Did you want it so badly that you almost didn’t believe you could do it? And when you lost the faith, did you fall into a dark mood and want to give up? Did you have trouble coming back from that?
So I’ve spent the last three and a half years working full-time as a science fiction writer in my quest to gain a readership, make $500 per month and add something meaningful or noteworthy to the genre. I have failed. But that's just the beginning of the story.
Just a quick thank you for your support of the Giant 99c Libertarian Fiction Sale. You purchased more than 120 books from my 10 fellow authors and myself. It was a great success. Thanks also to Tom Woods and Liberty.me for their support.
I woke up Tuesday morning to discover that my dystopian science fiction novella Death Shop is nominated for the 2016 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Now, I swear, this is not one of those things that I found in my spam folder, "Just $50 and You Too Can be an Award-Winning Author!" Really, I swear.
It was about this time of year almost exactly one decade ago. My son, Clark, was just a month old, and my golden retriever, Simon, jumped up on the bed next to him. Simon, just three years old at the time, had to see the baby. He wasn't usually allowed on the bed, but with camera in hand, I made an exception. And I got this excellent shot.
You've presented me with a great gift - new reviews! As an INTJ, emotion figures little in my calculations. I try, but it just doesn't compute. But this outpouring of support is melting even my titanium heart. Thanks! Have a virtual bear hug from me to you.
From 1994-1997, I drove a Chicago cab. It was the perfect complement to a University of Chicago education. I freelanced for a large corporation, I saw the seedy underbelly of the Loop and I rubbed elbows with hardworking immigrants from two dozen different countries. One thing I learned quickly is that white cabdrivers were rare. So I wrote a poem about it (back in 1997). Here you go.
