Haven’t done one of these in a few days! Ironically enough, I have nothing to verbally communicate…. and yet here we are! Hah!

This subchapter comes from Ordenary, the second of three stories which make up Off His Own Supply. They’re each a different genre, they each take place in a different universe, and they’re all connected by what the author of the book (a main character) describes as “very strange metaphysical events.”

This project was fun, came out real solid. I wrote a good chunk of it deep in the forest up the road from my parents’ house. It’s kind of a cross between a novel and a short story anthology, mixes the mundanity of backwoods life and the inanity of folklore, legend, cryptid, myth. Hope ya dig it (-:

A quick communication broadcast for the good consciousness of The Simulation! Hope y’all are doing well (-:

The Jonathan Knox books are… well, they’re the Jonathan Knox books. One time, I was asked, “Who is Jonathan Knox?” Uh… he’s Jonathan Knox. His favorite ice cream flavor is Rocky Road. He’s absolutely out of his goddamn mind, too, but that just comes with the territory.

A quick update about Unhinged and the whatnot okay-doke.

It wasn’t difficult, considering how I’m on the same level as the King and Queen of Infinity, and I’m not going to apologize for not doing it sooner. But, it’s done. Rejoice!

The amount of joy I feel over the fact that Sto’tryp exists is unparalleled. That is all.

An excerpt from my first book, Running: How To Torture Yourself and Enjoy It |The Unvictimized Edition|. I remember writing this thing, laying in my bed in my parents’ attic, not knowing what it would lead to. The Garden is all one story, folks, 21 books and counting, and it all started here. It can all be traced back here, too, which I think is just phenomenal.

A week or two ago when I was out on Pearl with all my books, a ‘man named named Louis came up, bought a copy of One of Two Ways, and gave me a photo shoot. Big ups to Loius! Here’s the results: