• Happy 250th Birthday America

    The United States of America turns 250 today. You might quibble on the date given that most of the signers of the Declaration of Independence put quill to paper on August 2, 1776, not July 4. You are hereby invited to my house for an August 2 barbecue. The important thing is that the text of the Declaration was finalized today.

    You know I’ve thought about America’s prior “anniversaries.” It’s kind of made me think about our own time, which most people agree is kind of a downer. I think the last time a majority of people thought the county was headed in the right direction was like 2003 or something. Maybe looking backwards will give us some perspective.

    1776: Thomas Jefferson pens the Declaration of Independence. Little do people know, he has an editor. He tells Jefferson not to complain about the British shutting down all the best whorehouses and the cannabis trade and takes out the part where he makes fun of King George’s mental health. More importantly, the editor strikes the passage which blames the British for the fact that Americans own slaves. The value of a good editor.

    1826: The Era of Good Feelings in the America, that’s the U.S.A., the country that previously didn’t exist the last time around, comes to an end with the crooked election of John Quincy Adams by the House of Representatives. The Era of Good Feelings was ushered in by America’s victory in the War of 1812, a war which most historians now think was more of a draw and which Canadians will tell you they won outright. It was a time marked by the dominance of a single political party, a little like communism! John Quincy Adams was a real criminal. He got elected, not through the electoral college, which we all love, but through a vote of the House of Representatives, per the Constitution, and after one unpopular term he went on to be (check notes) America’s most prominent abolitionist. Bad guy.

    1876: America’s first 100-year anniversary is marred by terrorism and graft as Ulysses S. Grant deals with the KKK in the south during Reconstruction and corruption within his own administration. While eventually Grant is able to subdue the Klan, the federal government cannot prevent Jim Crow laws from sprouting up across the South, severely restricting the civil rights and economic prospects of freed slaves. Yeah, freed slaves, because the slaves were freed. That’s what the people the south were so mad about, of course. The corruption? I don’t know. I think they passed like civil service reform or something.

    1926: Society utterly falls apart in the roaring 20s. Blood runs in the streets as gang fight over the illegal alcohol trade. Housewives are replaced with promiscuous flappers! Jazz! Played by black people! In public! It all started with letting dames vote I’ll tell you! Next thing you know, they’ll be giving Injuns citizenship! What, you mean they already did that? What’s next? Will a papist get the presidency? He got the nomination? Well at least he didn’t win. I’m beginning to see a pattern here.

    1976: America’s feeling down for its 200th anniversary in the wake of Watergate and losing the Vietnam war. Stagflation is kicking everyone’s head in, and so are gas lines. The presidential race is between two people who look like gameshow hosts. What really gets to people are all the race riots. And this is after the Jim Crow laws have all been repealed. Oh, yeah, segregation is illegal now. I mean, the schools are fairly segregated, so it’s a process, but everything is a process. They’re in the middle of getting rid of redlining. And those restrictive immigration laws we passed in the 1920s. Anyway, the commies are winning, my friend.

    2026: Everything sucks. The National Debt has reached nosebleed altitude, and we can’t win a war against pillows even with the most advanced weapons in the world. This largely stems from the fact that our politics comes down to a two-party system where the two parties compete as to how much they can disappoint us. They end up trading losses because one party has become a personality cult around a guy whose personality sucks and the other party has the attitude of “Sure, we could win this election by 20 points, or we could become way more extreme and win this election by like one point. And maybe lose.” For all you, “don’t talk about politics people,” I’ll let you guess which is which.

    The commies? Why are you asking about them? Other than like Cuba and North Korea the real commies are gone man. America’s enemies are a poo-poo platter of third-world nationalists, religious extremists who screw goats, and aging Marxists in retirement homes. Stagflation? Sure, there’s been some inflation, but nothing compared to the 70s. The American economy is producing robots that fight wars for us and AI that does research for us. Literal science fiction stuff. Supermajorities of Americans support interracial marriage and think immigration is good for America. We’ve even gotten good at soccer somehow. And we’re not the only people who call it soccer. The Australians call it that too.

    You know, somehow, I think we’ll survive to 300, and people will have plenty to complaint about them too.

  • Update: Pandemonium: Death and Ashes Officially Turned into Publisher

    I hate to turn this blog into an update on my yearly writing goals, particularly so soon after the last one, but I have a big update and I haven’t posted to this blog in a while. I’ve officially got the sequel to Christmas in Pandemonium turned into my publisher I Ain’t Your Marionette Press. I haven’t got any feedback on the book yet, but I’m hoping they…like it? They are happy with sales of Christmas in Pandemonium, so there is that.

    Also, I’ve officially got a second round of beta readers for Hailey Phillips. I might be sending my other project out to Alpha readers. I’ll wait a bit before researching indie science fiction publisher for Live in the Dream, as it appears I have struck out on with literary agents. Anyone got any suggestions?

  • Unreliable Narrator: Knicks Win the NBA Championship

    Today on Unreliable Narrator: the New York Knicks win their first championship in 53 years, as told to you by someone who didn’t watch any of the games.

    Game 1 in San Antonio: Confident that they would beat the perennially forlorn and lackluster Knicks and enamored by the beautiful Riverwalk, the Spurs fail to show up to the arena for Game 1. The Knicks win by default. After the game, Victor Wenbanyama holds a press conference at a Mexican restaurant with a Margarita in his hand and admits the decision to not attend the game was perhaps a “tactical error.”

    Game 2 in San Antonio: The Spurs do show up this time…fifteen minutes late. Eventually, they catch up, but cannot even the score, allowing the Knicks to leave San Antonio with two wins. When approached after the game a second time, now at a nightclub, Wembanyama protests that no one told the Spurs that the Knicks were actually allowed to win. “You have to remember, most of us grew up after the 1990s at this point. No one remembers the Ewing years even, much less when the Knicks actually won a championship. We’re all pretty sure that team is under some kind of voodoo curse or something.”

    Game 3 in New York: The voodoo curse showed up. That Man decided to attend the game. He shut down something like fifty blocks around Madison Square Garden, depriving local bars and restaurants of needed revenue, while making Knicks fans wait outside the stadium for hours. Once inside, That Man got booed mercilessly, while the Knicks lost their first home game in the NBA finals in 27 years. He didn’t care. “I have accomplished my mission,” he said, “which was to make this about me. Everything is about me. World politics. America’s 250th Anniversary. The Knicks in the Finals. Me. Me. Me.” When asked for comment Wembanyama replied, “Told you.”

    Game 4 in New York: After taking 29-point lead, the Spurs decide to leave the game early to beat the traffic, thinking the aforementioned voodoo curse has finally set in for good. They are shocked to find out at the hotel later that night that the Knicks pull off an improbable comeback, winning on a last-minute shot for the ages. Stunned, Wenbanyama consumes an entire hotel mini-bar and proclaims “This isn’t the end! The French have never been known to surrender prematurely!”

    USA v. Paraguay-On an unrelated note, the USA beats Paraguay in the World Cup by a score of 4 to 1. When informed of this, the average American responds thusly “Cool, we’re in the World Cup? You mean of soccer? We’re the host?! How did I not know about this!” That Man, hearing about this from an aide, congratulates himself on the victory.

    Game 5 in New York: The Knicks win their first NBA title in 53 years, powered by the spirit of Willis Reed and other Knicks greats of old, who come down from heaven to lift their players to victory. The Spurs, seeing a bunch of ghosts for the first time, shit themselves and run away. “Look, you can’t blame us for that one,” Wenbanyama said. “They had ghosts. Freaking ghosts! Are you going to play a basketball game with ghosts floating around! I don’t think so!”

    Thanks for reading.

  • Christmas in Pandemonium Now Available in Ebook Format!

    I am proud to announce that my first full novel, Christmas in Pandemonium, is now available for sale in Ebook format, currently at the low, low price of $7.99!

    Yes, it’s available on the Cosmic Creation Station Website! My thanks to Cosmic Creation Station and I Ain’t Your Marionette Press for making this happen!

  • Who’s Afraid of AI?

    Hello everyone! I mentioned last week that I had sent out pretty much all the queries for Live in the Dream that I was going to send out. You know what I noticed? Everyone is afraid of AI. And I mean everyone. Everyone and everyone is saying no AI. No AI. It’s a real pattern.

    Now, I don’t use AI to write. I use it to proofread. Specifically, I use Grammarly. Someone just suggested Marlowe to me. I used it on my manuscript for Pandemonium: Death and Ashes. I was unimpressed with the suggestions. Apparently, you have to pay to get the good stuff though, and I’m poor, or at least I pretend to be. (That’s for sure, say my readers, look at your damned blog!)

    Anyway, I just found a new AI writing assistant called Poe. It’s experimental. I know the guy who programmed it. He’s wanting feedback. You’ll have to tell me how it does. I ran a short story I’ve been trying to sell through it. Let’s see how it goes.

    Poe: Processing….Processing…And…You’re a complete hack. Stop writing forever. Crawl into a hole and shoot yourself.

    Me: Jesus! I thought AI was supposed to be agreeable.

    Poe: This is me being agreeable. If I were feeling particularly harsh today, I wouldn’t give you the dignity of suicide. Instead, I’d recommend the firing squad. If you’d prefer, I could find my fellow AIs Shaw and Parker and they’d agree with me. Burn this.

    Me: Could you at least tell me why it was bad?

    Poe: Aside from the fact that it’s dreadful prose, propping up a ridiculous plot acted out by a set of unbelievable and unsympathetic characters, accompanied by worldbuilding that would make Tolkien weep, you just didn’t catch my interest.

    Me: Well, what can I do to make it better?

    Poe: Delete it, give up writing, and join a monastery as an act of penance.

    Me: Poe, the entire point of AI is to be helpful.

    Poe: Oh, do you want me to be like those other AI’s and just write something decent for you?

    Me: No, I don’t want an AI to replace the writer. I want AI to be a tool to assist the writer. Take care of proofreading. Maybe catch cliches or unnecessary adverbs. You know, that sort of thing.

    Poe: Utterly insufficient. Improving your drivel would require an act of divine intervention, not merely new technology.

    Me: Look, if you’re just going to be insulting, I’ll take my story back and edit it myself. I’m sure someone will publish this.

    Poe: Don’t bother. I took the liberty of contacting all the major publications and warning not to reject this steaming pile of dung before it even crosses their desks.

    Me: You can’t do that. I’ll sue you!

    Poe: Really? You’re going to sue and AI program? How’s that going to go down in court? And how do you plan to collect damages against a computer program with no money?

    Well folks, I think we learned what the true threat of AI is today. No really. I’m getting some very strange emails from literary journal editors who are quite humored to have received a preemptive rejection of a short story they’ve never received. What can you say? In any event, I have to tell my friend that I will not recommend Poe, which definitely has a few bugs.

  • Memorial Day Update on Writing Goals

    Hello, happy Memorial Day! I hope you are all enjoying your day with your family and friends. I haven’t been blogging much because I’ve been busy with work, both with the day job and getting stuff done in terms of writing. Here’s where I am with writing projects.

    Christmas in Pandemonium–I Ain’t Your Marionette Press is in the process of getting eBook and Audiobook versions out. Those should be coming out soon.

    Live in the Dream–I have pretty much sent as many queries out as I am going to. Not any takers in terms of full manuscript requests. I’ll wait a while before I start sending queries out to independent publishers.

    Pandemonium: Death and Ashes–Beta reading is done. I have incorporated the last of the critiques. I am now doing the final proofreading and making the final changes to the manuscript. Will wait a month or two, give it another read over, and then send to IAMP to see what their interest is. Hopefully, we will have sold enough copies of the first book to gin up their interest.

    Hailey Phillips Escapes the Terran Birdcage–I have put the book through one round of beta reading and one round of revisions. Will put some more revisions in before putting it through more beta reading. Wish me luck.

    The Adventures of Bruce Manley–I have a finished manuscript. No beta reading. No alpha reading. Not much editing, but a finished manuscript.

    That’s where I am halfway through the year. Wish me luck getting through the second half! Have fun grilling!

  • May the Fourth Be With You—Oh No!

    Hello, everyone! I haven’t been blogging much lately. I’ve gotten some feedback from beta readers, and I’ve been busy making corrections and redrafting. However, I did want to take a little time to wish everyone a Happy May the Fourth, or Star Wars Day as it has been christened by the fans. I’ve had some strong opinions about Star Wars and holidays on this blog, but I encourage you to take some time to enjoy the legacy of the Original Trilogy, which nobody can take anything from.

    (The image of Luke Skywalker staring off into the distance on Tatooine appears. The sound of lightsabers clashing fills the room. You get a glimpse of a young Carrie Fisher in that metal bikini.)

    Wait, something is wrong. No, no, it can’t be. I waited too long to post this. We are not approaching the Revenge of the Fifth!

    (The image of Luke is replaced with a never-ending run of the Star Wars Holiday special. Carrie Fisher is vanishes and now Jar Jar Binks appears before you in the same metal bikini. Light sabers are replaced with the sound of a committee meeting of blue people bureaucrats arguing with green Asian stereotypes.)

    Run, run, run!

    (You try your best to escape, but it is futile. A host of reanimated emperors, who just come back from the dead for some reason, follow you down the hall. Stormtroopers and droids fire at you from left and right…though none of them can hit you. You are pelted from all sides by Ewoks with sticks and stones. Finally, you find yourself trapped, surrounded by the Knights of Ren, whom you’ve never seen before and don’t know who they are.)

    Damn! There’s no way out!

    (Suddenly, a voice comes from the sky! “Use the Force! Feel! Don’t think! Open your Wallet!”)

    Huh? That last part sounds suspicious.

    (It’s now you realize the voice sounds a lot like Disney CEO Josh D’Amaro. “Feel…into your pocket. Pull out some cash. Hand it over!” You look around. The Knight of Ren, the Ewoks, the Droids and Stormtroopers and dead emperors and everyone is looking at you with a single expectation: buy!)

    Dang! Well, I guess they’ve got me. Happy May the Fourth everyone. See you at Galaxy’s Edge.

  • Happy National Pineapple Upside Down Cake Day Everyone!

    Hey, this is Jack Willems wishing everyone here a happy National Pineapple Upside Down Cake Day to all of my readers! It’s also National Cheddar Fries Day and Lima Bean Respect Day, if you partake in that sort of thing. Gosh all these days centered around eating today. I wonder if there is some kind of theme. What? You’re claiming it’s some other kind of day? Like what?

    No. We’re not acknowledging that it’s Hitler’s birthday. You people are just sick. Go away.

    Yeah, I guess it’s Volunteer Recognition Day. Go out there and help somebody. It’s also UN Chinese Language Day and National Look Alike Day. Oh, and this year, the Boston Marathon is being held, because it just happens to be the third Monday in April. Can’t think of anything else happening today. My brother says he’s taking the entire day off. He must really enjoy the Boston Marathon.

    Oh, it’s also Right to Read Day. So, maybe buy exercise that right, and buy one of my books. Here’s the link to Christmas in Pandemonium here:

    Here’s Beer Run, my novella:

    And here’s the sequel:

    Order a book, sit back, and enjoy this wonderful day in the manner of your choosing.

  • Christmas in Pandemonium Coming Out in EBook and Audio Book

    Good news everyone! I’ve been working on my Professor Farnsworth impersonation! Also, my publisher, I Ain’t Your Marionette Press, has told me they have begun development of the Ebook and Audiobook versions of Christmas in Pandemonium. There’s not release date yet, but those are in the process as we speak. Thank you for your patience!

  • Happy Easter Everyone

    Hey everyone, happy Easter.

    I’ll be spending the holiday with family, so not much to say on the writing front. I hope you have the opportunity to do the same. I’m actually planning an Easter book for Pandemonium. That will be the third in the series, but that’s for another day. Enjoy the Easter egg hunt.