When I first started self publishing I made a decision to publish everything under my own name. It was a declaration for me — a chance to take ownership of my life. After years of hiding from who I was — a writer, or half hearted attempts because I was worried about what people would think, or that I would fail — I decided it was time to let my proverbial freak flag fly and just own who I was. I’m okay with whatever the outcome. It’s not about anyone’s recognition, but my own. It’s about doing my work.

In that vein, I’ve written pulp science fiction, like Carrie Starr and the Rings of Death, short horror flashes like Moon Dog Went Surfing, trippy…