Tag: geek

Grown Men Discuss Children’s Toys!


My friend “Big Trav” and I have started a gaming podcast called “The Entitled Gamer.” Please give it a listen, subscribe on iTunes and leave us a positive review.

We have some fun episodes available already, including an interview with some sexy cosplayers, and an episode featuring the best video game music of all time.

In other news, Spellbound Sword has nearly reached 100,000 reads! Even though it’s only a rough draft, my family-friendly fantasy adventure about a boy and his magic sword has reached a worldwide audience, and new fans discover it every day.

I am currently working on building the second draft of the book, as well as plotting potential sequels. The game plan is to query publishers and lit agents once the book is in professional enough condition. Check out the free version now while you still can!


Scavengers Update

(This post originally appeared to my followers on Wattpad. If you would like to check out the sci-fi novel I am working on, click this link.)

Just a quick update on my writing. I apologize that Scavengers is so long. I tend to write a great deal in a short amount of time. The draft that is currently posting is a rough draft. I have yet to edit it. The draft is complete in that it has an ending. I am going to post longer sections from now on, so you get more bang for your buck. That way the finished draft will be available sooner.

In other news, I have been working fervently on a family-friendly fantasy story in the vein of Harry Potter. After spending so much time in the darkness of space, it is nice to do something light and friendlier. Once I’m finished posting Scavengers, I will begin posting that book, called Spellbound Sword, on Mondays and Fridays.

A good question that I imagine people being too timid to ask is, why are you doing this? What’s with all the writing? I’m not exactly sure, but as I read more and write more and feel myself improving, I know that it is important to me. I am not convinced that it will ever be important to other people, but I can always dream. Sometimes we do things purely for ourselves. For the same reason I’ve started going to the gym, I’m going to continue writing every day even if few ever read what I write. I hope you will give my writing a chance, but I know that Scavengers is not for everyone. I look forward to potentially reaching readers of all ages with my next book. While it has a bit of YA awkward romance it is mostly a fantasy-adventure tale. I am trying to include as much humor as possible.

That’s all for now, but thank you again for reading.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows

“This will NOT be a good movie,” I say to myself. “The first one was terrible. And you didn’t even see it.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. When I open them, I realize that I am already in line for the midnight showing on opening night. In my hands are four tickets, one for each turtle. I realize that I have no friends with me. Who would be friends with someone who saw this movie? And yet I have four tickets, each for a consecutive screening of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows. The tickets seem to shine in the moonlight, like the golden ticket in the equally good Last Action Hero. I check my watch. I still have time to run to the car and escape. “But it would be rude to the tickets not to use them,” I murmur aloud before entering the theater and purchasing something called a Heroes on the Half Shell Popcorn Combo. It costs me $27.50, a small price considering it comes with a collectable shell-topped bucket. “I really wanted the Donatello bucket,” I murmur, exiting the concessions line, then immediately reentering it. But you can’t just have a Leonardo bucket and a Donatello bucket, I realize, already envisioning all four buckets on my mantle. “You already have popcorn,” says a small child in front of me, turning back to gawk at the man talking to himself about turtles, a single stray puff of popcorn jutting from his beard. “You shut your goddamn mouth,” the child’s father says, before giving me a knowing smile and nod. “Turtle power,” the father says. “Turtle power,” I reply.