Punk Fiction Blog

February 29, 2020

Tenacity is the key to the submission process. The publishing world is fairly small and is slowly being eaten away by changes in commerce and technology. Even with the advent of e-books, real books prevail to some extent. Traction is hard to come by in self-publishing. One of the problems I have faced is my books in print w...

February 13, 2020

The disarray of moving across the country this month has thrown some chaos into my writing routines. Getting used to a new city, unpacking the boxes we brought, and the sights of the capital, have been surreal. There has not been enough time until the day before the thirteenth—my self-imposed deadline—to write a blog. I hav...

December 31, 2019

Sifting through past files on my laptop for inspiration to write this blog, I have a realization. Time is an ocean. Its waves subtly erode the shoreline of my self with each ebb and flow. I see time’s tell-tale effects in older pictures and the crazy form of my first writing forays. Doubt rears its ugly head. Am I a better...

December 13, 2019

In 2017, I took over all my past projects. The first I released was Anarchy - Strange Tales of Outsiders, on Friday the 13th, in January of that year. The book spans the earliest beginnings of my work, Where the Road Roams (2009), to the more recent, The Carny Cage (2017), and marked the start of my website and other DS rel...

November 13, 2019

I came up with the idea for The Carny Cage while I was on the road working a gig at the St Paul Rodeo in Oregon. On break, I had lunch at the carnival. People watching is always a good way to understand characters. Most carnies seem a little rough and a prison story made sense to me. I liked the idea of the spinning cage an...

October 13, 2019

I had lost my way for a while, not realizing it as it was happening. I think the only life I allowed myself was through writing. I am not saying I did not live just not to the fullest while I hunkered down and wrote Rebel’s Edge. All three manuscripts were completed as I travelled for work. The chaos of modern life was forg...