Category: Inciting Incidents

Black Rage

I went to the protest at the Capitol today. A few people spoke before the march, one of whom was Harrisburg’s police chief, Chief Carter. He got to the mic, and immediately, the tone of the crowd changed. People began shouting, crowding closer, raising their signs up. A few black

The Visit

There are many things I love about Harrisburg, but the one thing I currently appreciate is how you never know what might happen as you walk down the street. Sometimes this takes on a negative meaning, as catcallers still exist (and still have not figured out that their actions are

Not Quite Perfect

It’s happened! My first non-five star review! I’m so excited. Yes, I know, it probably sounds really strange to say that. And it’s also not entirely true – I did get a 4/5 star review on Goodreads when I first published the book, though honestly, I still haven’t managed to

Hiking and Friendship (Or Otherwise Titled: Ups and Downs)

I was on vacation, and I was having a terrible time. Well, it wasn’t terrible. The first half was great — my sister and friend and I had gone to Arizona, and made lots of visits to the Grand Canyon and other outdoor attractions in the area. But then some

The Metamorphosis of Sam

It has been an incredibly long time since I have posted on here. I would apologize, but I feel that I’ve been very productive in my absence. (Okay, fine… I’ll apologize. But I will say that I’m doing much better than I would have expected back in April, when I

Society, Anxiety – Those two rhyme, don’t they?

Pull the band taut, Pull it back, flick it, Don’t be surprised when it creaks Under the might of your fingers. The more you pull me, the less I can give, The less I can stretch, The less I can live. I’ve come to terms with my Lack of elasticity,

Story Is My Religion

After all, that’s what most religions are made up of. Stories. Structured words that explain our origins, and pain, and where we’ll end up. We tell ourselves stories to understand; we tell ourselves stories to remember. We tell ourselves stories to forget. Story is my religion, and characters are my

A Reintroduction

Hi, I’m Sam, and I am terrible at writing. Okay, so I wrote a book. Sure. But how often do I write each day? A few minutes? Do I even do that much? Author or not, can I even consider myself a writer if I can’t write for even a

I’ve got reviews!

Since releasing The Fields at the end of December, I guess the logical next step was for people to start reading the book. Man, was that a hard thing to be patient about. When you work on something for so long, and you worry about it being enjoyable and legible,

Try Harder (Or, a Happy New Year?)

Today is the release date of my book, The Fields. I have been trying to promote it more than I’ve tried to promote anything else, really, which still means I haven’t tried to promote it enough, because I’m terrible at telling the world to look at me. But nonetheless, I

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