Well, it’s been a while.
In fact, it’s getting closer to being a year since I announced the launch of my serialized novel, Firewalls, and left this blog to gather virtual dust. In that time I’ve written a 76,000 word novel, posted it online, grown my hair long, and cut it short again. I’ve learned some things that I will probably not actually
As an uber nerd, there’s no real life event that I can’t relate to fiction in some way. While I want to give you tips on dealing with and learning from failure, I didn’t want to go it alone. So I’ve included advice from the most reliable (fictional) source I could find: Batman. (Bonus points if you read this entire post in a raspy Batman voice.)
In “Batman Begins,” a young Bruce falls down a well, and his father, Thomas, comes to his rescue. While carrying Bruce back into the house, Thomas utters one of my favorite lines in the movie:
“And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.”
I love this not only because it’s influential throughout the film, but also because it reveals a truth about failure that we don’t often hear.
Remember that behind-the-scenes look at the short film I was working on a while back? With all those horrific manikins and stuff? Well, I’m pleased to say that of last week, the video is finally up on YouTube for your viewing pleasure. If you haven’t watched it yet, you can check it out here:
February has arrived, and I count it an honor and a privilege to be (quite probably) the last person to wish you Happy New Year.
Right around January 1st, my blog was unusually silent. I didn’t post any writing resolutions, hold celebratory giveaways, or do anything at all to add my blog’s voice to the ringing-in of 2016. In fact, I haven’t written anything on this blog since the 1st. But I do have reasons.
Reason Number 1: On January 8th, I launched my web serial, The Firewall Saga.
My first novel, The Nephilim Project, is still kinda my baby. I wrote it when I was sixteen, mostly in longhand, back when my writing routine involved getting up at 5:30 AM and listening to Enya playlists on my iPod classic. (Yes I wrote a dystopian thriller to Enya. It’s weird to me now, too.)