I was born a simple boy, simpler than the complex people around me. I studied them to reduce all that complexity, becoming more complex myself in the process. But I didn’t so much as gain a sense of myself, as lose my own nature. Today I know myself by what I am not. I blend idea and form, the negative and the positive, the conceptual and the real, as a master spice blender creates a hot curry, grinding and grinding in proper order, always looking for balance between volatile ingredients.
Philosophers say meaning is just consistency and agreement. But I am not consistent. I am not agreeable. I reach out. My arms draw lines extending into space. Everything that extends is composed of smaller parts that also extend. At the end of all that extension there is still more extension. When I reach the end of all I reach for, I will still reach, I will still desire, because I am a fool. But I know that fool is to savant as zero is to one, each meaningless without the other, each undeserving of reverence or criticism. I accept myself, even as this paper pushes back at my pen with equal force, even as the environment pushes back at the force of my thoughts. For I can push much, much harder.
As a child, I loved sci-fi, but felt that many books had no great impact on the world. At the age of 11 I began writing alternate endings to everything from The Legend of Zelda to X-Men episodes, tiny fingers flurrying over an ancient typewriter while blaring Bach on synth.
Today I do not create characters. I do not tell stories nor am I an author. I never even outline books; if I knew how it was going to end I wouldn't want to write it. I create realistic characters with realistic motivations and place them into environments rife with conflict. Then I sit back and watch as the characters come alive, as they tell me their stories. Cut their words and they will bleed. The best books let you escape reality for awhile -- the best writing experiences should be the same way. All great art is psychosis.
I hold a Master's of Science in Conflict Theory, which drove me to write Hemispheres
to soothe our divisiveness. My previous works have been featured in Exoplanet Magazine
. My ancestor invented clinical psychology. I have appeared on numerous podcasts and newscasts for my books and social activism and currently reside in Florida with my wife and kids. Equally serious about music, I have jammed with one of the Rolling Stones, met Randy Bachman, and used to have Jim Morrison's stage equipment in my basement. Long story...
My Mission: To give the people a voice. To pay respect to the cyberpunk elders, who created all of this with little precedence to draw on, while inspiring new authors to carry their torch (with cybernetic arms of course, and the flames gotta be virtual, and there's a corp tryin' to extinguish them).
I am also a proud supporter of World Cyberpunk Day.
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. new releases, or corporations partnering with A.I. to oppress the people -- I'm looking at you Cambridge Analytica).