Where Are They Now: Writer Edition

When I started to blog in 2008, I made new blogging/social media friends, many of them writers.

Sadly, I don’t talk to many of them anymore. It’s sobering.

My friend Rachel passed away earlier this year. She was the first person I bought an ebook from, so long ago. I grieve for Rachel something fierce. We shared common interests, shared problems from childhood, and there were things about Rachel that let her understand me in a way few people do. Baby, I miss you.

Duncan also passed away, and his continued absence is bittersweet. Duncan did the phenomenal cover for the second Lexus book and some art for a novella that I have not announced yet. His artwork is my smartphone phone background. It makes me smile every time I look at it. He was a great guy and sometimes we’d just chat away into the night.

Author Friend 1, who I had a healthy amount of respect for her incredible talent, and I was an enthusiastic fan even before she was published. She got involved with politics and bullied me on Twitter for being an NRA member. I sold all her novels (many of them signed) to Half-Priced Books and never talked to her again.

This was a harbinger of things to come.

Author Friend 2 enjoyed success with a small press, and I learned a ton from her. Sadly, when the small press went TU as small presses are wont to do, she stopped writing and went dark. I sent her a couple of emails to say hello but never heard anything back. I has a sad. This one hurts.

Author Friend 3, she was creative as creative can be, fell in with the wrong crowd and started to say awful things about people I personally knew to be outright lies and slander. We’re not talking drama, we’re talking vindictive meanness. I stopped talking to her. It was about this time I noticed a trend. Can you spot it?

Author Friend 4, I had some business dealings with, but he started to post “you are either with me or against me” on, wait for it, political positions. I used to plug his books, and sometimes we’d collaborate on infrastructure. I don’t anymore.

Author Friend 5 suffered from depression. I wrote a short story for her blog that came in third in her contest. In a low period, she deleted her blog, which included all the lovely comments people left on my story. I tried to get her some help, but she wouldn’t have anything of it, and what is a guy to do? At a certain point, I realized Captain Save a Ho was going to bite me in the ass here, and I disengaged. Man, her stories were great, too.

But at least she didn’t go political, so maybe there is hope.

Author Friend 6 championed the ever-toxic and self-perpetuating Duluth Model of dealing with domestic violence. Her constant men bashing, especially in this area, showed an almost pathological lack of empathy for men. I got sick of her shit, and like I handle all bigots, I disassociated myself from her.

Author Friend 7 is awesome. She is one of the most caring and relentlessly talented people I know. Cassie, I love you!

Author Friend 8 also continues to be awesome. His output has slowed, and so he stopped blogging, but I believe that is a symptom of his cooler-than-penguin-poo day job. Keep on writing, Ken!

Author Aquantence 1 now sells so many books it’s ridiculous. And inspiring! He doesn’t blog much anymore, but he cranks out the books.

Like Author Friend 6, Author Aquantence 2, while not waging a Holy Social Media War on Men, decided to take her vendetta with the more masculine sex to her books. I stopped reading her stories as they became poorly edited and written but managed to hit all the right toxic masculinity canard checkboxes. Just ugh.

I also figured out she was a virgin. It kind of creeped me out.

Authors 3 to 9: I totaled this up. These are authors that I used to follow, repost, and like. And they. Went. Batshit. Crazy. Over politics. Funny enough, and I don’t mean funny ha-ha, their later works don’t sell. And some of them are now on dangerous drugs after Trump won the Presidency of the United States in 2016. I am not kidding, either. Some of them sound as if they are taking lithium.

Agents 1 to X: Who reads agent blogs anymore except for Janet Reid’s and the Super Agent in Colorado? I mean, really. Amazon Killed the Agent Star.

There we go. I am an imperfect man in an imperfect world.

But I am an empathic guy, and I can spot people who suck over the horizon. I did not intend this post to be a parade of suck. There are highlights in there! Somewhere. And I know I missed several people, and if I did, that means at least you didn’t suck so bad that you went cra-cra on social media for this, that, and the other thing.

Walk with God. And do not fear.

Stepford Wives in Stockholm with Confirmation Bias

My intent with Blog Reboot Plus Plus is not to bash on Facebook, but a bit of context is in order.

Facebook is a dystopian nightmare that warrants disengagement.

In the spring, I realized that I have blocked more people on Facebook than I have friends on my Friends list. Sometime earlier, I realized that I cannot block posts that reference a particular website. I relied on this feature to cut the inane, political bullshit from my “progressive” friends whom as we approach 2020 Trump Reelection, have become increasingly unhinged. Only unhinged by proxy via a link to a click-bait “commentary” site.

(As a digression, the NeoCons and Boomers (but a Boomer that isn’t a hippy is redundant with NeoCons) have gone 90% dark unless there is a snarky meme involved.)

But I digress.

Facebook pokes at me in other ways (and not the fun poke, either). There was good content from my friends’ list, but I increasingly could not get to it. Occasionally I could not link to a YouTube music video because the video was tagged as “fake news.” But that was innocuous annoyances.

So when two out of the three Facebook groups migrated to MeWe after Facebook gave their admins shit, I, like many others of the same groups, disengaged from Facebook. I unsubscribed from all the groups and pages I was following, and posted on my wall:

This Is My Second-To-Last Facebook Post.

Ladies and Gentlemen, other than the ultra-secret squrl private group that has not migrated away (yet), I’ve moved on from Facebook. I’ve left all the groups I belonged to and unfollowed any page that wasn’t a person.

People who know and understand me recognize that I detest being told what to think. Facebook has turned into a dystopian nightmare on the category of “he beats me because he loves me,” but on a global scale.

A couple of years ago, Facebook removed the ability to hide links from external sites. Over time, inane political links have started to clutter my feed, usually from low-IQ Baby Boomers or Goose Stepping Progressive Left Authoritarians.

I have come to the conclusion that many of you are experts in your relevant fields, and therefore think you’re experts in politics. This is rarely the case. Many of you suck at politics. Like, you’re really super bad at it.

I appreciate everyone here. Some of you I would crawl on broken glass through a burning building if that’s what you needed.

My bottom line is I don’t feel safe on Facebook. There is a distinct lack of forgiveness throughout this decayed social network. Some of you have turned bitter and vindictive. We are all flawed creatures; that’s the human condition. I encourage you to reach out to friends and family on more productive services than this creepy online hellscape.

When Trump is reelected next year, I’ll make my last Facebook post—about how this was all too predictable, you only have yourself to blame—and then delete my account. Going out like a right asshole.

Best Regards,

Immediately, I noticed threads from others that belonged to these groups chastising, making fun of, accusing of hypocrisy (heh), and generally disparaging people escaping the psychological hellscape that is Facebook.

Exsqueeze me? Really? Come on, folks.

They sounded like Stepford Wives in Stockholm with Confirmation Bias.

“Facebook–he beats me because he loves me.”

Join me on MeWe.


I started blogging in 2008. I made friends; surprisingly also enemies. I even made enemies out of friends and friends out of enemies. I used to derive a lot of enjoyment from blogging.

Like most bloggers, I ditched blogging for Facebook. Over time, slowly. The words “passive-aggressive see-ya-bai” come to mind.

I don’t post on Facebook anymore.

Welcome to the new (old) blog, my friends.

Facebook can go fuck itself.

With a spoon.