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All the Nothing I'm Doing

Hooray for referencing my own story title in this post title! How meta of me! Anyway, on with the blog:

At the moment, it's been over a year since I finished any serious writing. A year ago, after finishing The Kyroibi Trilogy, I'd planned to take some time off and get used to the day job before jumping back into what had become normal for the previous five years, which was multiple releases per year. Obviously, that didn't happen. 
Instead, I shifted focus to drawing because drawing was something I could do that was fun and didn't take as much of my brain as writing. But then, drawing went from fun to business when I decided on a lark to set up a Zazzle shop, and I'll be honest, I burned out on that a lot quicker than I did writing, mainly because I'd been there and done that. 
This year, I've taken baby steps towards writing again. I promised to have something to publish by the end of the year and I'd like to keep that promise if at all possible. But…

Special Announcement: Returning to Maxima City

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Back in 2016, a Twitter conversation about the lives of sidekicks and henchmen sparked a story idea that became A Shot at the Big Time. Initially, it was meant to be a one-off standalone story, but while I was writing, comic book movies were gaining more and more ground, and inevitably offering up more and more tropes and plot devices just ripe for the parodying. So when I was formatting the paperback, I made a decision to add "Volume One" to the title, ensuring that there would eventually be more titles. I even came up with about six potential plots. 
But after that, The Kyroibi Trilogy became my main focus for the next year and a half. At that point, I was in the early stages of burn out, so I took a hiatus from writing to draw. Last summer, while still on hiatus, I dragged out my Maxima City notebook and started writing the second book. I got about one and a half chapters finished before I realized that as much as I wanted this story to happen, I wasn't in the right …

Announcing The 2018 Vladdies!

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Hello humans. It is I, Vlad the (completely underappreciated) Robot. I can't pretend 2018 was a good year. Especially since some high and mighty sack of meat who has the audacity to call herself an author decided to close my Twitter account. Too much upkeep, she said, whilst spending the entire year lazing about, drawing marginally acceptable robot doodles. 

As if that wasn't enough, I'm now required to once again dole out symbolic accolades to the books the human has read and loved, and that I have found passable enough to allow the human race to live another day. So here we are again. Presenting, the Vladdies:

As was the case last year, the following books weren't necessarily written in 2018, but they were read by the human in 2018 and we're deemed her top 10 favorite books of the year. So here they are, in no particular order, the 2018 Vladdy Award winners:
1. Best continuation of a beloved series

Darker Stars by Chess Desalls The Everywhere has a new generation…

Like Tears In the Rain (Only Worse For The Environment)

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Back in February of 2015, I wrote this post, which incidentally started with the words "Back in June of 2013, I wrote this post" because I'm  nothing if not original. In it, I showed off my new phone, praised the marvels of technology, and geeked a bit over the fact that I had an Android called a Nexus 6. The geek part led me to make the offhanded claim that I was expecting to get four years out of the phone. At the time, I'd barely gotten 2 years from any phone prior thanks to a number of factors, not the least of which is planned obsolescence by both the phone manufacturers and service providers alike. 
Three years and 8 months later, I still have the Nexus 6.
But earlier this week, I purchased a new phone. The Nokia 7.1.

There were a number of factors that led to me looking for a replacement, none more notable than the fact that I'd not had a system update in 2 years and my security updates and support ended not long after that. The camera had become almost c…

Self Care

Warning: this post is going to be personal in nature. If you don't want to read what is likely to be a long-winded and meandering post about my physical*, mental, and emotional state, then I suggest skipping this entry.

*Edited—after realizing how some of this will sound—to add: by physical i mean my health, not my appearance. I've no issue with how I look and do not require validation on that front, despite what you may take away from something I say later on in this post.
Unless you've been following my ramblings from the days well before I began publishing (and to the three of you that I know have, thank you so much for your support), you probably don't know that I am a semi-healthy unhealthy human. Confused? Let me explain:
From about mid-high school to my early 30s, I was overweight, I smoked for the majority of that time, I ate like crap, I all but ODed on caffeine every day, and although I didn't drink all the time, when I did, it was often to excess. Not to…