Since these stories and poems are so old, (how old are they?) it’s a free page! Yay! Some of these pieces go back to the 1980s. This site is where I will let my hair down a little and let people explore what I wrote in previous versions of myself. I’ve posted odds and ends and bits I was proud of even though nobody read them. I’m re-grouping everything here so you can read, or go, as you’d like. These were also posted on my Substack and I have moved them here. My substack is where I will be posting more formal or official bits, so I wanted to move my fiction out of the way.

Everything I write currently seems to be centered around finding our way out of chaos, confusion, and war. These pages are a collection of what I used to write when I was in the mood, been thunderstruck by an idea, or something I dreamed. This space is a collection of blasts from the past, from space orcs to wizards, and from so many places I have visited in my mind. I’m not writing fiction currently. This page is for those who are morbidly curious about my previous writing material. I’ve posted some of this previously in various places, but I’m trying to scoop it all up under one umbrella page. In my spare time.

I’m particularly fond of the world-building RPG project, Tirra, the roots of which go back to the 1980s. I was in the US Navy, newly introduced to table top gaming, and my, oh my. I had eureka moments every day for years.

The world of Tirra started one day when I was trying to decide what would greet some fictional characters I was developing. I had no idea what was on the other side of a river, what surprises may greet them, or where that small chunk of visible road was going to lead. So I created a continent. Not just a map - I went down to exchange rates between kingdoms and the effects of war on the economy. I got down to the exact reasons why the pirates off the coast of the Sunrise Sea were so difficult to defeat. I may revisit some of these in my retirement - if I get a second one. Or, in my spare time.

I developed a dice-rolling tabletop game centered on that world, but it was nearly unplayable because I based the rules on actual physics, instead of game mechanics. Yeah, I had my geek on.

It seemed okay for two or three players, but the stress test failed. I had 6 players, one of them remote by iPad (pretty snazzy back in that day), and a couple of dozen little… like goblins, kobolds, etc. Their job was to race through a caravansary, creating distractions while another group tore out part of a fence. Then they started stealing horses from the wagons and urging them through the gap in the fence. Chaos! The first round of battle took 45 minutes. I think I accidentally invented a ‘combat avoidant’ game? idk

Coming soon is a new page that will be current - but more about what’s going on in my head (in the non-fiction area) for the day. Or week. I’m not sure how much I’ll post there, but we’ll experiment. Post your thoughts back to me on the contact page. Is that something you’re interested in?

Meanwhile you are invited to drop your appreciation at buy me a coffee, or the Donations page above. God bless you!

To the left is a blast from the past. I’ve always liked hats - they make me feel like something is helping me hold my head together.

As an adult I wear hats because my skin is weirdly sensitive to most sunscreens because of aloe vera. Yeah, I’m allergic to it, because it gives me something like a sunburn. Yay for wide brimmed hats!

This little guy was a paranormal kid in an extremely religious environment. There can’t be any trauma there, could there?

Oceans.

This is the potentially embarrassing archive of what I’ve been scribbling away at for years. I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete these projects or not, so here they are. The Rhymes and Scribbles are completely enter at your own risk. If you enjoy a read here, you may buymeacoffee.

It’s been decades since I’ve rewritten or reviewed some of this, so please know that these projects are remembrances of previous versions of myself, which are obsolete.

Yes, I have used AI images, because I was broke for what seemed a thousand years. I intend to hire proper human artists to the extent that I can moving forward. Yes, including the ridiculous AI selfie to the left.

Previous versions of me are obsolete. I don’t agree now with everything I’ve ever said. This proves that when presented with data, I’m able to change my mind, just like the normal folks. I’ve had thousands of versions of myself. Many of them were weird. Apologies to everybody! I got over it… mostly.

I’m posting older material here to prove that I’ve evolved. I’m posting here as part of my authenticity, my transparency about myself. I’ve had a human life, and this page is about that - before I started making headlines.

Neurospicy

ADHD, Autism, OCD, anxiety, depression, and I stopped digging because it’s just all of the alphabet soup. Yes, I’m on a medicine. No, it doesn’t fix much. I’ve stopped masking my differentness, and I hope this is an inspiration to everybody who is misunderstood. I’ve found a way to let my ADHD and Autism work together, and I think I’ve survived the effort.

Since we’re noticing so much more of these conditions in other people, let’s redouble efforts to really understand mental differentnesses. It’s not a disability. It’s not a measure of my mental “health”. My brain isn’t sick. It’s just special. We need a new term for the collection of people who identify with the spectrum other than “Mental Health” issues. Let’s just say “Neurospicy”. I think the “mental health” moniker is the next pejorative that needs to disappear.

I know what it’s like to have anxiety so bad I had to punch a wall. I know what it’s like to be so abysmally depressed that an entire day disappeared just staring out the window without the slightest idea of what I wanted to do. At the same time.

If you’re also neurospicy, I have your back. I’ve decided to let everything just hang out and if people don’t understand my differentness, it’s not my problem. You don’t have to keep masking your symptoms. People’s reactions to you are not your problem. You are a soul. You are the same as anybody else as far as rights, independence, and finding your own path forward. My case is probably not normal though, so I’ll try to help as I can, but I’m still figuring this out as I go. okay?

I wear many hats.

Literally - because I can’t find sunscreen that I like to use. And because I collect weird stuff because… I’m just flat out neuro-spicy, mkay?
Figuratively - because I always end up wearing all the hats on the job. I don’t think these days will be any different.