Author & Novelist
I remember the nicest birthday card I’d ever received — it was during a year when I needed to see it the most and from one of the people that I needed to see it the most from. The card read: “I hope this year is your year,” and I felt better upon reading it. I’m not going to lie, I can be the type of person who digs his heels in because it doesn’t feel right when someone is trying to coax me out — a high anxiety response, I’m sure.
Continue reading “2020: This Year is Our Year!”
As a creative person, I love automation! The more routines I can pack into my day, the better, because it’s freeing up the creative centers in my brain. Things like decision trees make me absolutely euphoric, because that is brain power that can be reserved for writing a story or developing a concept. To that end, I have a list of rules that I live by that lend to the automation concept — rules that make sense to me, but maybe not to you.
For your reading pleasure: the rules of A.P. Miller’s life.
Continue reading “Rules to Live By (According to A.P. Miller)”
Next week, most of the United States will be sitting down to dinner with friends and family, all in the sake of gratitude. They will toast the things they are thankful for, and then likely go brawl with each other in the stores looking for the best Green Friday (that’s what retail workers have to call it) Deals that make the trip and the lost sleep worth it. It’s the American way.
Since Mom passed away, I’ve meditated a lot on how she saw the world and how I can benefit from that point of view. People from all across the world will tell you that there is benefit in grounding yourself in a place where you feel compelled to say “thank you.” Business people, religious leaders, home makers, all share the same opinion on being grateful. For that reason, I like to live in gratitude every day. Since we’re celebrating an occasion, allow me to share my reasons to be grateful:
I consider myself among the fortunate few that I can say I’ve only ever had to experience one bomb threat in my life. It’s not an event that I care to repeat, but it’s something I can tick off of one of those Facebook life event pissing contests, or try to one up someone’s story at a boring party.
[DISCLAIMER]: This is how I remember everything happening, some of the details might be a little fuzzy or mistaken — please feel free to contribute and correct me at will.
Continue reading “Story Time: Bombtrack.”
[WARNING]: A.P. is in a little bit of a mood, as would anyone who spent the last six months getting their circadian rhythm used to one thing only to have some asswipe on the news tell you that it’s time to change your clock, so there may be some foul language and unpleasantness.
I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to put Daylight’s Savings into action, and frankly I’m too drained from lack of restful sleep to find out who the rat bastard was, but be rest assured: if I meet you in the afterlife, I am going to shove a clock so far up your butt that you’ll taste time instead of the rainbow when you eat Skittles. It’s 2019 — we have electric cars, Artificial Intelligence, and phones with calculators that all of my teachers swore I’d never have on me. Surely, we can take ten minutes, unbury our heads from our asses, and agree that it should be the same time no matter what month of the year it is, right?
Continue reading “Daylight Saving’s Time Can Kiss My A**.”
A.P. Miller 