Read, because not everyone has the privilege of the ability.
Read, because it can silence the riot in your mind.
Read, because there is a wide world in the pages of the book that can take you anywhere you want to go.
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Ask An Author (With A.P. Miller) – Volume 4
[WARNING]: This blog is highly satirical and is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any similarities between any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If you are offended by any of the material contained herein, you may want to reevaluate the way that you treat people as a whole. Content may not be suitable for people under the age of 18.
If you don’t belong to Twitter, I highly recommend it (and let’s follow each other!) — for this week’s “Ask and Author,” I asked for folks in Twitter’s Writing Community to submit fictitious problems and names for yours truly to give advice on; the Writing Community delivered! Make sure you check out the other authors who have submitted their questions and show them a little bit of love!
Story Time: Sylvia
Even as a grown man, there is no name that sends the needles of dread traversing up my spine more than “Sylvia.” I’ve never seen her, but I am painfully aware of her — I know people who have claimed to have seen her, but never for myself. I consider myself fortunate to that degree.
To those who know of Sylvia, you know exactly where I mean when I say “Janesville Mountain.” To those unfamiliar with the cluster of sleepy mountain villages that I called home, picture a secluded road along a mountain pass obscured in shadow — it’s one hundred miles through pine trees and thin air from Pittsburgh, more than two hundred from the Philadelphia direction. It’s the kind of road that you hold your breath when you drive on it, that you turn up your radio when the sun is setting, and you opt for the extra length of the Interstate when night falls.
Concerts: My Favorite Place to Meet People
At 34 years old, sometimes I feel like I am trying to play a younger man’s game when I go to a concert. It doesn’t help that my favorite concerts to go to are the small club shows where the walls are black and you have no choice but to be up close and personal with a bunch of people you don’t know. I go for the music, stay for the experience, and leave with the feelings.
Scriptarum Ritualis: The Writing Rituals of A.P. Miller
Full disclosure: I’m pretty sure the Latin in the blog title is incorrect. In fact, I’m certain of it. It might not even be Latin, but creative license says that I might get a pass on it. To make things even more succinct, if suspending linguistic disbelief is not an option, I’ll even go so far to say that I wrote this blog using an ancient dialect from an alternate timeline. There!
For this week’s blog, I wanted to share my writing rituals. A ritual, with a traditionally negative or occultist connotation, is nothing more than a series of habits observed for the sake of achieving a desired outcome. Some religious folks are hoping to procure divine favor, others enlightenment, I am hoping to produce high quality creative works.
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