Gold skinned man sitting on SF throne with a unicorn over left shoulder, a gorilla over right and several cats. Source:
A snippet from George R.R. Martin’s (published) Tuf Voyaging book. It’s… a lot. Source

And Why It’s a Useless Metric

If you’re an author who writes anything and risks your mental health by shipping out stories to magazines, publishers, or agents, you may have received feedback like this:

“The story and characterization is good, but the plot just doesn’t seem believable.”

If you’re “lucky” you’ll end up with a few…

But I’m going to try anyway.

Folks who’ve never been assume there’s always “something” you can do to keep yourself from being there.

Poverty is the absence of that.

The reality that there’s NOTHING else you can do. It’s hopeless.

Imagine losing your job.

Imagine you then can’t get unemployment…

And Scare the Shit Out of You

In the latter half of 2012, I had a mental breakdown. I’d sacrificed my mental and physical health to the point where I was barely sleeping, was tossing back Xanax like they were Tic-Tacs, and had recently kicked a burgeoning hydrocodone addiction. My drinking was out of control. …

So I’m going to talk to myself

As anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows, I’m Bipolar. The majority of my symptoms — premedication — presented in uncontrollable manic episodes that led to such winning thoughts as:

  • Believing I can cure cancer in a month (I don’t have a biology, or science, background)

It’s happened.

I wrote an article almost a year ago now called “Bipolar Freakshow” where I talked about my story as well as the stigma and misinformation around Bipolar as a mental illness. In that article, I discussed how the worst place to be when you’re Bipolar is that strip…

The last few days I’ve felt this doubt growing in my chest. It weasels its way into every thought, dragging its grimy claws across my skin, gripping my throat and squeezing ever-so-lightly; just enough to hear me wheeze, to feel my heart race under its scaly skin.

It’s basically a…

It’s a Tuesday when I turn into an Elder Thing.

I know, given the option of days of the week, I expected it to be a Monday, too, but sometimes life doesn’t make sense. Sometimes your life collapses under the debt of 21st century living rather than any ill-advised financial…

For some history on this meme:

This past month has been great. I built a table (almost done), finished rewriting a book, finished a couple stories, even got a few personalized rejection letters (*does Coach Steve Steve arm stretch*).

It’s absolutely terrifying.

Now, anyone with some variation of Bipolar is probably nodding along sagely while the…

Archie (Kip sleeping in background)

My dog, Archie, died a couple weeks ago. At the time, I tried expressing my grief through a new post, but that was interrupted by my other dog, Kip.

This is going to sound really stupid to some, but really relatable to others.

My dog died yesterday and I feel like I’ve come unanchored from reality. …

Mike Wyant Jr.

Writer and gamer with a few cute pets who moonlights as the Editor of The Storyteller Series Podcast. Patreon:

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