Author & Novelist
True story: My mother, God rest her soul, spent the summer of 1996 in a near state of agony. On my first day of 6th grade, she tied balloons to her vehicle and followed the bus a few miles to drive the point home: she was glad that school started. Please allow this to be a cautionary tale — don’t do what my mom did, your children will hold it against you until both of you are long gone from Planet Earth. Continue reading “Onward To Victory – Words For the Upcoming School Year”
Time travel is one of my favorite fictitious plot devices. The concept is practically the cheapest way of getting yourself out of a plot jam — “Oh crud, how does the hero get out of this predicament that I’ve written myself into? I’ve got it! He travels back in time and saves himself!” The tawdriness of it aside, I can thank one Mr. Herbert George Wells for introducing the literary device into the public consciousness. H.G. Wells wrote such prototypical novels as “War of the Worlds” and “The Time Machine.” Continue reading “Explaining 2018 to H.G. Wells”
Cringe. That’s the only reaction that makes sense when I think back to some of the things that I used to contribute to my style: I cringe. If I’m going to count my blessings on this aspect, it’s that not everyone had a camera phone when I was a teenager and some of the absolutely foolish things that my era did as children won’t come back to haunt us (outside of oral tradition). The generation after this one is going to have a field day arguing parental directive with photographic evidence. Continue reading “Things That Made Sense to My Younger Self (That Are Absolute Madness to My Adult Self).”
Getting old sucks. There was a day and time in my life where I would like my wild opinions and venomous words run roughshod and the consequences be damned. As I’m lying awake last night, letting my anxiety use my waking hours as a playground, I come to realize that those days are over for me. Forever. Continue reading “Well I Guess This is Growing Up.”
There are two theories of thought when it comes to answering the question “when can I consider myself a writer.” The first theory is that you become a writer when you feel so compelled to tell a story that you begin typing a narrative; the other theory is that you become a writer when you present your work for public consumption. Whether or not you get paid to be a writer is a different case entirely. The short answer is: you are a writer when you feel like you feel like a writer. Continue reading “Get Busy Livin’ or Get Busy Dyin’: Encouragement for People Who Want to Be Writers.”
A.P. Miller 