Yesterday, I was messed up on allergy medication, and I recorded this embarrassing video. I’m slurring bad and rambling, but at least I practiced talking in front of a camera? Yeah, there’s the bright spot. You have to find those positives.
I went to see my buddy Shane McKenzie last night. He laid some very exciting news on me about a film he wrote. I can’t divulge everything, so all I’ll say is it’s about to go into production with one of my favorite character actors attached. I’m happy for him. Dude works harder than anyone I know, myself included.
I’m almost finished reading Kenzie Jennings’ RED STATION. It’s part of Death’s Head Press’ popular Splatter Western line and a ton of fun. Kenzie has a lean style and doesn’t shy away from the nasty stuff. You can grab that book here.
Writing has been slow this week due to the aforementioned side effects of allergy meds. I started to hit my stride again last night, so hopefully that trend continues today. I’d like to get a new chapter of ONE AND ONLY up on Monday. Plus, I’ll be jumping back on the Wesley Southard collaboration soon.
White Trash Occultism, the new video podcast with friends Kelby Losack and J. David Osborne has been getting some nice traction. You can watch the first episode here. Episode 2 will be up Tuesday morning.
This weekend will be spent finishing up the new chapter of ONE AND ONLY and commencing my next section on the Wesley Southard collab. Like a shark, I must keep swimming, and speaking of Wes and sharks, he’s got a new book out called CRUEL SUMMER that looks like a wild ride. You can grab it here.
That’s it for today, gang. As always, thanks for reading.
Ricky Banderas popped up on my radar during his time with the short-lived Lucha Underground promotion where he wrestled as Mil Muertes. I was immediately taken by his intimidating presence and impressive physique. His character was a luchador riff on The Undertaker. He had casket matches, employed dark magic, and surrounded himself with death imagery.
With the recent release of PANDEMONIUM, I’ve been thinking a lot about wrestling and horror, times and places where they’ve intersected. I can think of few cooler examples than the Man of a Thousand Deaths. The above video depicts one of his resurrections. We’ve got some spooky necromancy images and a super-sexy Salina de la Renta foreshadowing of his debut in Major League Wrestling, where (as far as I know) he’s currently signed. Super-cool stuff.
I went to visit this guy yesterday. This is an old photo. I couldn’t bring myself to take a picture yesterday. He’s not doing well, and I would rather remember him like this.
On the plus side, he did remember me.
Life can throw some strange and terrible curve balls sometimes. We had to rehome him (and two other cats) a few years back due to our son’s allergies. The news was the breaking point that sent me to the hospital.
I’m better these days, I guess. We go on.
I’m proud of what I’ve done to survive. I know the narrative online is that people like me don’t know what it’s like to really struggle, but I know my truth. I was born fighting and I fight every damn day to stay well.
Nuance, man. Deny it all you want, but it ain’t going nowhere.
I came across this article yesterday. A particular quote from Democratic congresswoman and former CIA analyst Elissa Slotkin jumped out at me more than anything else in the piece. Her words, “The post-9/11 era is over. The single greatest national security threat right now is our internal division,” gave me pause. I shook my head because what she either fails to realize or decided not to say for political reasons is that our internal division is directly related to a lot of the rhetoric that came out of the post-9/11 War on Terror. The terrorists won, guys. They won a long time ago.
I’m not an overtly political person. I do have beliefs and I do vote, but my skepticism for anyone who’s reached elected official status runs deep. Still, I observe and I listen and I remember.
2020 was a nightmare year, but we can’t pretend it grew out of nothing.
I believe in consequences. I believe in cause and effect. Every action causes a reaction.
This is not a political post. My goal is not to change the world. Revolutionaries always die, and often horribly. My goal is to evolve myself. Act with purpose. Assess potential consequences. Inspire those who care to listen.
I’ve been off booze for over two months. I’ve been 90% off social media for almost as long. These things have yielded a ton of time and mental space. How will I fill this time and space?
I broke down an old chair and disposed of it in my fire pit last week. The remains look really cool up close, like a post-apocalyptic landscape. Of course, now I have something like a thousand loose staples in my fire pit, but that’s okay.
I slept on the couch to help my partner and kid have a good night’s sleep. We started watching THE OUTSIDER, which was adapted from a Stephen King book. It’s really good so far, and now I kind of want to revisit the novel. Over the last few years, I’ve been hesitant to read anything super long. I do love King though. I mean, come on. Who doesn’t?
The fish tank is looking good since I did that 90% water change. I’m dreading the algal bloom, but maybe it won’t be so bad this time. I only have 5 fish in a 30 gallon aquarium. Hopefully, I can be a little more deliberate with adding more livestock and maintaining a good look for the water.
I’ll be working today for five hours, then I’m off to visit my cat Jack. We had to rehome him a few years ago due to our son’s allergies. He was our first baby. Thankfully, he lives with my father-in-law. Unfortunately, he’s not doing so well, and I’d like to see him one more time, just in case we’re at the end. We’ve been isolating. My father-in-law has been isolating. I’m sure we’ll be fine in regards to the spread of COVID. Save your lockdown lectures for someone who gives a shit.
I’ve got a thousand words to do on the Wesley Southard collaboration before I kick it back to him. After that, it’s back onto ONE AND ONLY. Chapter 2 will be posted on Monday, and like last Monday, it will have an accompanying breakdown live on Twitch. You can check my schedule and subscribe here.
That’s all for today. Remember, there is beauty in destruction.
I say SERIOUS because on these days off I will still blog daily, as promised. I just won’t do the big 1-2,000 word writing sessions. While I do think it’s important for writers to write as much as they can, in the same way athletes should train as much as they can, I think it’s equally important to find time for other things. Relax. Recuperate. LIVE YOUR LIFE.
“Find the thing you love and let it kill you.” Fuck that, I love lots of things, and me getting killed helps no one. So, yeah, days off.
Because of the holiday, I took four days off from major writing projects last weekend and came back stronger than ever. I spent time with my loved ones. I finally took care of that awful cloudy water in my fish tank. I got my office in the garage looking nice and homey.
There’s more to life than writing. I know I’m not supposed to say that. I know we writers are supposed to live and die by the pen (or the keyboard), but I ain’t interested in what I’m supposed to do.