You Don't Need My Every Thought Jammed Into Your Inbox

I’ve written up perhaps two big posts this last month that I was gonna share on here, yet I didn’t. In my drafts on Substack I have two even larger pieces from the Fall and they remain unpublished.

Sometimes they’re angry, sometimes they’re insightful, other times sad or just complicated. The truth is, you don’t need to know my thoughts on everything or everyone or… whatever. The world is a dark, strange place sometimes, and my job is to collect my thoughts, work through them, and deliver them to you. In most cases, what that means is fiction.

All of this that I do? It’s promotional. It’s to get my name out there. To stay in the mix. It’s exhausting. In a few days I’m releasing my first book in a while, Iconoclast; or, the Death and Resurrection of Lazarus Keaton.

If you’ve been reading these, you know I’ve been marketing it pretty hard. Or, well, at least as hard as I can. At a certain point, while doing it on my own, it’s screaming into a void. The book largely speaks for itself. It’s weird, though, and different, and not tailor made for ‘the market’ (whatever that is). It’s a radical takedown of a consumerist, capitalist oligarchy using organized religion as a tool to prop up the ultra wealthy.

I’m doing this on my own over here, and I appreciate all the help I can get. It’s brutal out there.