Author name: Roger Hyttinen

39 Things You May Not Know About Me

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  1. I grew up in a house without hot running water. Yep—luxury was a kettle and a dream.
  2. We had a wood cook stove in the kitchen, and my childhood basically smelled like smoke and boiled potatoes.
  3. I can’t eat any kind of fish or seafood. I’m basically Poseidon’s worst dinner guest.
  4. Ruffles chips own my soul. Other chips don’t even tempt me.
  5. I lived and studied in France in the 80s and bawled like a baby at the airport when I had to come home.
  6. My childhood home was a mile down a dirt road. Picture Little House on the Prairie but with disco music.
  7. My parents spoke Finnish and English but tragically never passed on the Finnish. (So no, I can’t curse at you in three languages—just two.)
  8. My first car was a ’66 Plymouth station wagon I bought at 12 with babysitting money. Yes, I was driving at 11. Don’t tell my future insurance company.
  9. We had an 8-family party line for a phone. Everyone’s business was everyone’s business.
  10. About the time my friends noticed girls, I started noticing my friends. (Plot twist!)
  11. While studying in France, I met a dreamy French boy and we zipped from Paris to Nice on his motorcycle. Best semester break ever.
  12. At 16, I had a mustache and goatee and could buy booze for my friends. Fake ID? Didn’t need one. I had facial hair.
  13. I ran away from home at 16 and never looked back. Independent streak: unlocked.
  14. I once ran a Tarot consulting business. Yes, I’ve read people’s futures (and occasionally their bad boyfriends).
  15. I taught French at a university. Oui oui, baguette.
  16. Then I pivoted and designed databases. From verbs to variables.
  17. My forever favorite book series is Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin. Pure joy.
  18. At 16, I saw Carrie twelve times in the theater. I can probably recite it better than Sissy Spacek.
  19. My first concert was Foreigner, and I smuggled in orange-flavored vodka. Regret that flavor choice to this day.
  20. I used to play the harp until my wrists staged a full rebellion.
  21. I have one sibling—a sister.
  22. We’re both adopted.
  23. My grandparents emigrated from Finland.
  24. My last name in Finnish translates to “sandfly” or “no-see-um.” Basically, a mosquito with a PR problem.
  25. People think I’m extroverted. Truth? I need three business days to recover from one social event.
  26. I’ve been to somewhere between 200–300 weddings.
  27. To be fair, I officiated most of them. (No, I didn’t just crash them all.)
  28. My shortest job ever was as a telemarketer selling storm windows. I lasted two days and still feel itchy about it.
  29. I spend way too much money on stationery and planners. (But my To-Do lists are gorgeous.)
  30. I once met Vincent Price when he stayed at the hotel where I worked. Horror movie squeal.
  31. As a room service waiter at a 4-star hotel, I also met Charles Nelson Riley and Phyllis Diller. Showbiz bingo card: stamped.
  32. My proudest achievement? Earning my Master’s degree in Foreign Language and Literature. Blood, sweat, and a lot of French verbs went into that.
  33. I once brought home a pet rat from my Psychology class. He was smarter than most of my classmates. I named him Socrates.
  34. Spain is my favorite country (so far)—gorgeous, warm, and kind. France is my soulmate country though, so I’m torn.
  35. I’m terrified of tight, enclosed spaces. An MRI is my literal nightmare fuel.
  36. I used to have a recurring childhood nightmare of being buried alive. (No wonder I hate enclosed spaces!)
  37. Summer is my jam because cold weather is evil. Beaches used to be my happy place.
  38. In college, I dressed up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter and lip-synced “Sweet Transvestite.” When I dropped my cape, my teacher panicked and ran up to shut the door. I got an A in the class.
  39. My birth name was John, but my adoptive parents renamed me Roger. Secretly? I like “Jon” better.

Nick Michelson is 16 and he:

Can see ghosts
Reads Tarot cards
Gets visions of the future
May or may not have a crush on his best friend.
And ghosts come to him for help
..and some, for revenge

Read the book that began it all: Nick’s Awakening

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Why I Ditched Scrivener (Gasp!) and Switched to Ulysses for All My Writing

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By a Slightly Neurotic, Always-Writing Novelist with Too Many Backups

Let’s just rip off the Band-Aid: I switched to Ulysses. Yeah. I know. Believe me, I still feel the tiniest pang of guilt every time I open the app. It’s like cheating on a long-term partner who supported you through all the ugly drafts and caffeine-fueled midnight writing binges.

Because here’s the thing: I love Scrivener. Like, genuinely. It’s brilliant. It’s been the Swiss Army knife of my writing life for years. Outlining, corkboards, character folders, split-screen views, color-coded labels—Scrivener is the Hermione Granger of writing apps. Super smart, packed with features, and maybe a little intimidating when you first meet her.

But (and this is a big, thudding but)… it broke my heart one too many times. Let me explain.

Let’s Talk Dropbox Syncing, Shall We?

So I like to write on my MacBook in the morning, and then pick up the draft later on my iPad when I’m curled up on the couch pretending I don’t have laundry to fold. And that’s where the kludge parade begins.

Syncing Scrivener through Dropbox is like trying to juggle flaming swords while blindfolded on a moving train. Technically possible, but something’s gonna catch fire.

There was that one time—and I’m still not over this—when I opened a file on my iPad and it was completely empty. Blank. Nada. Zip. Like it had been wiped clean by some digital poltergeist. If my neighbors heard a howl of despair that afternoon, yes, that was me.

Thankfully, I had a recent backup because I’m the sort of person who backs up backups of backups (trauma will do that to a person), but that was my “never again” moment. I promised myself I would never trust that syncing setup again with my precious, weird little ghost-detective mystery novels.

Enter Ulysses: The Calm, Organized Sibling

So, I’d heard whispers about Ulysses before—mostly from other minimalist-loving, aesthetically-pleased writers who appreciate clean interfaces and things that just work. But I figured it couldn’t handle something like novel writing. Like full-on, 75k+ words, multiple-point-of-view, murder-in-a-locked-room novels.

I was wrong.

Ulysses is, in a word, buttery. (Yes, I’m using food metaphors now.) It’s smooth. It syncs like magic across my Mac, iPad, and iPhone without any Dropbox nonsense. I can literally start writing a scene while waiting in line at Trader Joe’s and finish it later on my desktop while avoiding emails. It just works. Every. Time.

Why Ulysses Works So Well for Me

  • iCloud Syncing That Doesn’t Betray You
    The syncing is flawless. I mean actually flawless. It uses iCloud, so the whole Dropbox workaround is gone. I no longer live in fear of opening an empty document. That alone was worth the switch.
  • Distraction-Free Interface
    Ulysses feels like a meditation app for your words. It’s clean. Beautiful. You open it and just… write. No clutter. No dozen panels. Just you and the page. (And maybe some lo-fi jazz humming in the background.)
  • Markdown-Based, but Friendly
    Even if Markdown scares you a little (hi, it did me too), Ulysses makes it completely unintimidating. Want italics? Type an asterisk. Done. Formatting is simple and doesn’t get in your way.
  • Folders and Goals and Filters—Oh My
    You can set word count goals, tag scenes, organize chapters, and even mark things as “To Do” or “Needs Revision” without digging through a billion menus. It’s smart, sleek, and ridiculously intuitive.
  • Exporting Is a Dream
    You can export to DOCX, PDF, EPUB, HTML—whatever you want. I use it to spit out perfect manuscript drafts and ebooks for beta readers and newsletter giveaways. Ulysses doesn’t judge my formatting choices. Bless it.
  • It Feels Like a Writing Companion, Not a Project Manager
    Scrivener is like your intense writing professor who needs to know the exact structure of your story before you even write Chapter One. Ulysses is like your chill writer friend who hands you coffee and says, “Just write it. We’ll figure it out together.”

So… Who Is Ulysses Not For?

If you’re the kind of writer who wants to build a 17-layer outline with color-coded plot arcs and character bios that span 40 pages, Ulysses might feel a little too minimalist. It doesn’t have corkboards or nested folders within folders within folders. There’s no “Inspector” panel lovingly judging your scene summaries.

But if you want seamless syncing, a calm interface, and a writing experience that lets your words breathe without interruption… Ulysses is basically your new bestie.

Random True Fact

The name “Ulysses” is a nod to James Joyce’s famously dense novel—which, incidentally, clocks in at over 265,000 words and takes place in a single day. Not saying you have to write that kind of monster… but Ulysses could probably handle it. 

So yeah, that’s the story of why I broke up with Scrivener (with love and gratitude) and ran off into the minimalist sunset with Ulysses. If you’re a Mac/iPad user who writes across multiple devices and has trust issues with syncing, give Ulysses a try. It might just restore your writing sanity.

Stay weird and keep writing,

P.S. Still backing up everything. I may have changed apps, but I’m not reckless.

When Brooklyn librarian David Rosen accidentally brings a clay figure to life, he discovers an ancient family gift: the power to create golems. As he falls for charismatic social worker Jacob, a dark sorcerer threatens the city. With a rare celestial alignment approaching, David must master his abilities before the Shadow’s ritual unleashes chaos—even if using his power might kill him. The Golem’s Guardian

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Why I Reread Books

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Today I wanna talk about rereading books.

I know there’s this unspoken rule in the bookish world where you’re supposed to always be chasing the next thing. That shiny new release. That hyped-up fantasy with a 700-person cast and a glossary. That buzzy memoir everyone’s crying about on TikTok. And don’t get me wrong—I love a good “brand new book smell” moment just as much as the next fiction goblin. But sometimes? Sometimes I want the literary equivalent of crawling into an old hoodie, one that’s seen some stuff with me.

That’s where rereading comes in.

Like Hanging Out with an Old Friend (Who Might Still Surprise You)

Rereading is comfort. It’s nostalgia with ink. It’s whispering “ohhh right, I remember this part!” while grinning like a dork on your couch. But also—and here’s where it gets sneaky—it’s growth. Because I’m not the same person I was when I first read The Secret History. Back then I thought Henry was mysterious and cool. Now? I think he’s a pretentious little cryptid who needs therapy and a slap. And I love that.

That’s the secret sauce of rereading: the book doesn’t change, but you do.

It’s Like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure in Self-Discovery

You know those passages you totally skipped over the first time because you were speed-reading to get to the murder/romance/big twist? They hit differently the second time. Or the fifth. Suddenly you’re noticing the way a character grips the edge of a teacup, and you’re like, was that always there? Was that a clue? AM I THE CLUE?

Case in point: I reread The Picture of Dorian Gray last year and it sucker-punched me in a completely new way. I used to read it as a cautionary tale about vanity (classic English major stuff). This time around, it screamed repressed queer longing and self-loathing. I had to put the book down and stare into space for like, ten minutes. It felt like I’d read a whole different novel.

I’m not saying Oscar Wilde reached out across time to slap me upside the head with subtext… but I’m not not saying it either.

Sometimes Your Brain Just Needs a Break

Let’s be honest: some days your brain is fried. The idea of diving into a new world with unfamiliar rules, names, and three timelines is not the vibe. That’s when I reach for an old fave like Good Omens or Red, White & Royal Blue (don’t judge me, I’m fragile and they make me happy). No pressure. No mental gymnastics. Just familiar faces and dialogue I could practically recite.

It’s like ordering the same thing at your favorite Thai place. You could try something new. But do you want to? Or do you just want green curry and a good time?

Rereading = Relearning

I remember reading an article years ago that stated rereading enhances comprehension and retention. Your brain fills in gaps, deepens understanding, and even improves empathy because you’re able to focus more on emotional nuance and motivation the second time around. 

Bookish FOMO Is a Lie

There’s a weird guilt in rereading when your TBR pile is 487 books tall and silently judging you from your nightstand. But honestly? Life’s short. If a book brings you joy, revisit it. Revisit it again. Wear that thing out. Scribble in the margins. Cry in the same spots. Laugh harder this time. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve read (and loved) Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin (my beat-up copy is really starting to fall apart now)

There’s no rule that says reading has to be a relentless march forward. Rereading is circular. Gentle. Rebellious, even.

Final Thought Before I Go Reread The Night Circus Again

If it’s been a while since you revisited an old favorite, take this as your sign. Pull it off the shelf. Crack the spine. Let it whisper, “hey, I missed you.”

And if you’ve never reread a book? Pick one. Pick the one that made you feel seen, or wrecked you emotionally, or that you devoured in a single fever-dream afternoon. Reread it and see what happens. You might be surprised. You might feel like you’re coming home.

(I’m probably rereading The Raven Boys as you read this)

A werewolf bite.

The search for a cure.

Discovering a pack

A potential mate named Kalen.

A vengeful sorcerer…

Norian’s Gamble – did he make the right decision?

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Fear of Screwing Up Is the Real Screw-Up

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So the other day I stumbled across this quote that completely stopped me in my tracks—like, mid-sip of my lukewarm coffee, mouth open, full internal monologue kind of stop:

“The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make a mistake.”
—Elbert Hubbard

First of all, shoutout to Elbert Hubbard for smacking us across the forehead with truth like that. (Fun fact: Hubbard was an American writer, philosopher, and all-around opinionated guy who also went down with the Lusitania in 1915. Yeah. THAT Lusitania. History is dramatic.)

Anyway, the quote hit me because it’s so painfully relevant to, like, every single anxious thought spiral I’ve had since birth.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve wasted an obscene amount of time fearing imaginary future screw-ups. Like, I’ve held entire fake arguments in my head, rehearsed how I’d apologize for things I hadn’t done, and talked myself out of trying stuff—just in case I wasn’t perfect at it on the first try. (Spoiler: I wouldn’t have been, because that’s how learning works. Duh.)

The Perfection Paralysis Is Real

You know that feeling? That itchy fear that if you say the wrong thing, wear the wrong thing, post the wrong thing, exist the wrong way, you’ll somehow ruin everything?

Yeah, that voice sucks.

It’s that low-grade hum in the back of your brain whispering, “Don’t do it. You’ll mess it up. People will laugh. People will notice. People will REMEMBER THIS FOREVER.” (Spoiler again: they won’t. Everyone’s busy worrying about their own mess-ups.)

I once spent three whole weeks obsessing over whether I used the wrong emoji in an email. Not because it was offensive or anything—just because I was afraid it made me look “unprofessional.” It was a freaking smiley face. A smiley face. I could’ve written a whole novella in that amount of time. With a plot and everything.

What Are We Even So Afraid Of?

Seriously though—what is the actual worst-case scenario?

You launch your website and a link is broken. Okay. You fix it.
You try watercolor painting and your flowers look like wet ghost pancakes. Big whoop.
You go on a date and accidentally spill water on your pants and it looks like you peed. That one’s…embarrassing, sure. But you survive. You laugh. You turn it into a story later. Maybe even a blog post.

Fear makes everything seem huge and final. But in reality? Most mistakes are just little speedbumps. They don’t mean you’re a failure. They mean you’re doing stuff. And that’s so much better than standing on the sidelines in a bubble of self-doubt.

Little Kids Don’t Worry About This Crap

You ever watch a toddler try to walk? They fall, like, a thousand times. They don’t cry about being “bad at walking.” They just face-plant, giggle, and try again. Sometimes with a half-chewed cracker in hand. Iconic behavior, honestly.

But somewhere along the way, we learn shame. We learn to measure ourselves against others. We get report cards, performance reviews, follower counts. Mistakes become something to dread instead of something to learn from.

It’s such a trap.

Here’s What Helps Me

When I catch myself in mistake-fear-mode, I ask: “Okay, but what if it goes right?”

Because weirdly enough, fearing failure is also fearing success. If you never try, you never fail. But you also never win. You never surprise yourself. You never have those weird, scrappy, beautiful moments of figuring it out on the fly.

Also—rumor has it that Thomas Edison reportedly failed over 1,000 times before inventing the lightbulb? Imagine if he gave up because he was afraid to mess up filament number 762. We’d still be bumping into furniture after sunset.

So Yeah….I’m Still Figuring It Out

So here’s my hot take, straight from the caffeine-rattled heart: Let yourself screw up.

Messy is okay. Awkward is normal. Trying and failing and learning loudly is human.

Don’t let the fear of imperfection keep you from living. Make the weird art. Write the bad poem. Tell the dumb joke. Launch the project even if it’s not “ready.” (Nothing’s ever really ready.)

Because honestly? The only real mistake is letting fear boss you around.

P.S. If you made a mistake today? Congrats. You’re alive and doing things. 10 points to you!

If you enjoy time travel stories, you might want to check out A Touch of Cedar. It’s a gay-themed story about ghosts, betrayal and murder.

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No TV, No Problem

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People sometimes look at me like I’ve just confessed to eating soup with a fork when I tell them: I don’t really watch TV. Not in a snobby, “I don’t even own a television” way (I do own one, thank you very much—it sits there like a patient dog waiting for me to throw it a bone). It’s just that, well… I never seem to get around to actually watching it.

I mean to. I have the best of intentions. My Netflix queue is like one of those bottomless pit myths, the kind where every time you toss something in, it echoes endlessly into the void. I’ve got shows saved from, like, three years ago, all bright-eyed and eager for me to hit play. And yet, somehow, I blink and a month has passed. I swear my evenings get eaten by a time gremlin.

The Question Everyone Asks

Whenever I casually drop that I don’t watch much TV, people always give me that look—you know the one—like I just admitted to never having tried pizza. Then comes the inevitable:

“But what do you do all night if you’re not watching TV?”

Cue my awkward shrug. Because apparently, for a lot of folks, TV is the default mode once dinner is over. For me, though, evenings are my playground. I read. I write. I poke around with story ideas, get lost in research tangents (the number of rabbit holes I’ve gone down about 1930s slang would shock no one who knows me). That’s where my hours vanish.

And honestly? I kind of love that. When I was still working full time, people used to ask me all the time how I managed to find hours in the day to write novels. The answer has always been the same: no TV. That little trade-off is my secret sauce.

Not Anti-TV (Promise)

Here’s the thing: I’m not anti-television. I’m not out here waving a banner that says “Down With Streaming.” I actually like TV. I’ll fall down the rabbit hole of a good series just like anyone else. I mean, when I finally sat down and binged Stranger Things, I resurfaced days later looking like I’d been living in the Upside Down myself.

The problem is, for me, TV is too easy to push aside. Reading a book feels urgent because the stack by my bed is taller than me at this point. Writing feels urgent because, well, my characters won’t shut up until I get their stories down. But TV? I tell myself, “I’ll get to it later.” And then later turns into never.

My “Someday Queue”

Here’s the embarrassing confession: my Netflix queue has become more like a graveyard. Shows I swore I’d watch “soon” are now on season six, and I’m still parked at episode one. The longer I wait, the more intimidating it gets. Like, can I really commit to six seasons of something when I can barely manage my laundry?

Still, there are a couple series I’m determined to tackle. At this point, I might need to go full Type-A and actually pencil “watch two episodes” into my planner, right between “buy groceries” and “revise chapter ten.” Imagine scheduling TV like it’s a dentist appointment. But hey, maybe that’s the only way I’ll ever get around to it.

Why I Don’t Feel Guilty

Some people get defensive when I say I don’t watch TV, like I’m silently judging them for enjoying it. I’m not. Honestly, if TV is your thing—amazing. We all need a way to unwind. My way just happens to look like flipping pages or pounding away at a keyboard until my wrists complain.

For me, there’s something ridiculously satisfying about closing my laptop after an evening of writing and knowing I’ve got a chapter more than I had yesterday. Or finishing a book and adding it to my “read” shelf (which, let’s be real, is the only competition I’ll ever win: me vs. my own never-ending TBR). That kind of payoff just feels better to me than catching up on the latest season of whatever’s trending.

That said, I’m not giving up on TV altogether. Maybe one night I’ll actually sit down, remote in hand, and finally watch one of those shows collecting dust in my queue. But until then, I’ll keep doing what I do—filling my evenings with words instead of episodes. And if people still think that’s weird… well, they’re probably not wrong.

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My Ghost Oracle Box Set (Nick Michelson) is now available from your favorite online retailer in ebook format.

Books 1-3: https://books2read.com/u/mBKOAv

Boox 4-6 https://books2read.com/u/mVxr2l

Ghost Oracle Box Set covers

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Weekly Roundup for Sept 20, 2025

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Weekly Roundup 2.

It’s officially pumpkin-spice season (at least according to the stores), but my little corner of the world hasn’t quite gotten the memo yet. The temps are still hanging out in the 70s, so I’m in this weird limbo where I’m craving sweaters and crunchy leaves, but also still rocking short sleeves and iced coffee. It’s like my brain is in October, but my thermostat insists on July.

On the writing front, I’ve got some fun news: the finishing touches are happening on the cover for Murder at the Savoy. Once that’s done, the book will make its debut in my store for about four weeks. After that, the ebook will take an exclusive detour over to Amazon. But don’t worry—if you’re more of a paperback person, those will still be available in my shop and with the usual online retailers. And for those who like their books big and easy on the eyes, the Large Print edition will stay a web-store exclusive (because accessibility matters).

Meanwhile, in between messing around with cover files and second-guessing font choices, I’ve been deep in edits for book two of the series, Spectral Symphony. It’s a detective noir with ghosts (because of course), and my goal is to release it about a month after Murder at the Savoy. That means things are going to feel pretty back-to-back for a bit, but honestly, I’m kind of excited to keep the momentum rolling.

That’s the quick update from my end. Still waiting for the leaves to change, still juggling deadlines, still way too caffeinated—but hey, that’s fall mode for you.

Some Things I Thought Were Worth Sharing

My author friends may find this of interest: “Ugh, I’m in My Friend’s Autofiction and I Hate It: Am I the Literary Asshole?” https://lithub.com/ugh-im-in-my-friends-autofiction-and-i-hate-it-am-i-the-literary-asshole/

An article for my writer friends on how to write a series of novels your readers will love https://jerryjenkins.com/how-to-write-a-series/

Do you watch The Bold & the Beautiful? If so, this may be of interest (and if not, you may want to start): The Bold & The Beautiful To Feature Its First Gay Male Couple On Screen https://www.starobserver.com.au/news/the-bold-the-beautiful-to-feature-its-first-gay-male-couple-on-screen/238648

Joe Locke & Tom Cullen will have a scandalous “intimate encounter” in this upcoming gay drama https://www.queerty.com/joe-locke-tom-cullen-will-have-a-scandalous-intimate-encounter-in-this-upcoming-gay-drama-20250912/

My writer friends may find this of value: How to Talk About Your Own Book https://lithub.com/how-to-talk-about-your-own-book/

My author friends may find this helpful: A Complete Guide to Revising Your Novel https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/01/a-complete-guide-to-revising-your-novel-part-one/

Some of these may be worth the watch: If it ain’t broke(back)… 5 rugged romances that follow the ‘Brokeback Mountain’ formula https://www.queerty.com/if-it-aint-brokeback-5-rugged-romances-that-follow-the-brokeback-mountain-formula-20250903/

Oooh – Queer Vampire films: Sink your fangs into these 5 queer vampire movies, from the homoerotic to the heroic https://www.queerty.com/sink-your-fangs-into-these-5-queer-vampire-movies-from-the-homoerotic-to-the-heroic-20250908/

Sally Rooney fans may find this of interest: Loving the Limitations of the Novel: A Conversation between Sally Rooney and Merve Emre https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2024/10/09/loving-the-limitations-of-the-novel-a-conversation-between-sally-rooney-and-merve-emre/

Just for fun: Corporate Marketing Tactics That Shaped How We Live Without Us Realizing https://www.boredpanda.com/successful-propaganda-corporations-sold-masses/

My writer friends may find this of value: What Happens When There are No Plot Points in a Story? https://www.septembercfawkes.com/2025/01/what-happens-when-there-are-no-plot.html

Photography fun: Times People Took Photos So Mesmerizing, They Had To Prove They Were Actually Real https://www.boredpanda.com/incredible-world-photos/

Just for fun: Lab Coat Laughs: Some Science Memes To Leave You Crying In Your Beakers https://www.boredpanda.com/science-funniest-pics-jokes/

My author friends may find this of interest — How to Write a Story: 10 Steps to Master the Art of Storytelling https://thewritepractice.com/write-story/

My author friends may find this of value: Past vs. Present Tense: Choose the RIGHT Tense for Your Novel https://thewritepractice.com/past-tense-vs-present-tense/

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