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Gasping heavily as he ran down the dark hallway in a dead sprint, the heavyset boy Jack, clad in emoji boxers and old t-shirt, slid past a corner and quickly regained traction as he burst down a second hallway towards his bedroom. The boy had two options; run to his bedroom or die a horrible, awful, terrible, death that involved being burned alive or something.
Running. He chose running. Despite being a hefty boy, about sixteen, he ran. Jack had already started to prepare for bed that night when /it/ showed up at his doorstep. The Caorthannach, a fire spitter, an extra-dimensional monster that, for some reason, was currently in his house and looking for blood. One second Jack was brushing his teeth and the next a terrible extra-dimensional monster was staring into the window, which was rapidly melting at the simple act of touching the glass.
The Caorthannach was a massive black creature made up of hardened lava and pure rage. The thousand degree molten lava inside of its body was visibly getting hotter, something that was obvious through the cracks in its skin. The orange-red color ran from its mouth all the way to its long tail and cast an ember-like glow on everything around it.
“Shit shit shit shit.” Jack repeatedly swore as he rushed towards the door of his bedroom, his knees nearly hitting his chest every step along the way. Luckily his mom had a date tonight, so she wouldn’t be harmed. His mind flashed with images of his mother making out with the teacher she had decided she ‘hit it off’ with during one of the parent teacher conferences. Jack gagged at the thought of his mom making out with anyone. On top of that, he was an old bald guy who was more muscle than person. He had to have spent at least a thousand hours in the gym. Why did people waste their time working out, anyway? Especially because magic was a real thing.
Not that anyone else knew that.
Jack stopped mid-run and bent over to take in several deep breaths. Alright. So maybe he needed to work out. The dark haired boy pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth and brushed his arm across his chin to sop up some of the wetness that had gathered there. God damnit.
Suddenly the creature appeared in the archway beside him; even at such a distance it loomed over him. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. Hard. He barely got out a syllable of the swear word forming on his lips before the ape-like fire spitter suddenly charged at him like a gorilla, smashing through the wall across from him as he lunged desperately to the side and rolled over onto his back.
‘I am so grounded.’ He thought, looking at the path of destruction that the creature had smashed into the house. Everything was catching on fire, so he quickly rolled up onto all fours and started to rush forward again as best as he could. At the very least he needed to try to explain to his mom that he was part of a small party of teen extra-dimensional warrior wizards that were sworn to protect all of the dimensions from a psycho flaming skull-you know what- that sounds insane. She was just going to think he is insane and lock him in one of those white suits with the sleeves and- that’s when the creature smashed through the wall.
The creature appeared in the hallway in between him and his bedroom, and roaring loudly enough to shake the entire house.
Well, he wasn’t going to get his wand now.
The creature smashed its fists into the ground and inched ever closer to him, so he slowly stepped back, taking in several deep breaths as he felt his body hit the wall behind him.
Jack felt the sweat (brought on by the pure heat of the creature) begin to pour down his face. He was so dead. Desperately, he looked around for something, anything he could use as a wand. He just needed a stick, or a broom or… Wait!
“My toothbrush!” Jack shouted loudly, lifting the brush into the air triumphantly. The creature returned a confused expression, hesitating at the sudden change of mood coming from the boy.
“This better work…” Jack gritted his teeth and swung the toothbrush out in front of him, holding it tightly with two hands and feeling the energy from his spell building up in his chest and pouring towards his hands…
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It’s a new year, in case you didn’t know. I’m sure you didn’t. It’s this new thing they’re trying out, where, after a collection of about twelve months they decide to reset the months back to one and start over again.

Anyways, during this time of year people have decided to set their minds to accomplishing a specific set of tasks they want to do to improve their lives; eat better, work out more, etc. For years I did the same thing; ‘It’s 2011, I’m going to accomplish this, create that, workout and look like this…’ etc etc.

Eventually I realized that making a resolution at the beginning of the year, no matter how well intentioned, wasn’t accomplishing what I wanted to accomplish out of life (and statistically most resolutions fail anyway).

So I gave them up entirely. What’s the point?



The last three years, I didn’t have any resolutions at all. Instead I focused on spending each month on a single project that would allow me to close the book on that project after that month and start the next month with a new project. I’ve had varying levels of success on these different projects, but overall I’ve been very happy with what I’ve been able to accomplish over the last several years. (IE: A LOT more than before… Which was nothing.)

I’m not stopping that by any means. It’s given me great momentum and this upcoming year is going to allow me to release some projects that have been in ‘development hell’ for almost a decade.

BUT I’m constantly seeking self improvement and there are several things I’ve been wanting to make a habit in my life. I have a clear picture of who I want to be and what I want to do with my life, so I’m constantly striving towards that image.

One of the major things I’ve wanted to  be able to do is to read more… But I just didn’t seem to have time. AN ENTIRE BOOK?! THAT’S TOO MUCH!


To give you an example of how my last eight or so years of reading has been, I’ve read a LOT of comics (though last year even my comic reading dropped significantly) and I usually manage to read about two to four books a year (usually business and finance books, I rarely make time for fiction anymore).

Which is odd, considering I’m a fiction writer. Huh.

WOW! You might say, that’s a LOT more than what I read in a year!

Well, considering that I used to read a full novel every day and still had time to accomplish everything I needed to… I’m going to say that my reading has someone diminished since college. Ha.

Well, I took December off in order to kind of reassess my life and my goals. Make sure I was still headed in the direction I wanted to head and to plan to set myself (and my family) up for success in the upcoming years. I’ve been so frustrated over the last several years because I can’t find the sort of inspiration I’m looking for; I watch movies, television shows, SORT OF play video games… Yet I have this sort of empty feeling that doesn’t tickle my mind and I’d often just kind of feel like I could be working on a project instead of consuming the media I am consuming.

I’ve constantly been looking for that feeling that I’d felt when I was younger, when I was more creative and expressive, when I had a seemingly endless supply of stories and ideas… But for some reason, over the years, I’d begun to lose it. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was…

Well, about a year and a half ago my phone stopped working and I lost my constant access to social media (and generally the internet). I realized very quickly that I was incredibly addicted and was, of course, spending a tremendous amount of time on these sites. (Hereby attributing to the ‘I don’t have enough time to do ‘x’ excuse.)

In December, aside from taking it off from projects, I also took it off from Facebook entirely and managed to discover that I actually have a TREMENDOUS amount of free time. That is when I picked up some of Kevin Strange’s bizarro stories. It’s not secret that I’m drawn to weird stories, filled with unique characters and just a bizarre, out of the ordinary premise; some of my own stories or pitches reflect that, I’m sure. If it is a fantastically told story on top of that; all the better. I’d been wanting to pick up some of Kevin’s stories for awhile, but after I had actually read some of Strange’s stories (in particular Texas Chainsaw Mantis) I began to realize something; that feeling of inspiration and imagination that I had felt before college?

I got that feeling from reading.


Obviously! Duh! Over the years, as I’d begun to read less and less (as I got ‘busier’). I became less creative and became less inspired.

RIGHT after that I began to read quite a bit every day and ended the year by reading (and finishing) about four different books and a small set of short stories. So, I immediately I realized that reading was more than just a hobby or a goal for me; it was a NEED. Reading is a source of creativity, inspiration, and stimulation.

I was happier, I had an influx of creative ideas, I enjoyed the media that I was consuming more, and my mind was more focused on the other things I was trying to accomplish. I knew in that moment that I needed to get off my ass and start reading more.

HEY! It’s a new year! Let’s make a resolution! 

Well, for the most part what I’ve realized that most people don’t go into this sort of momentous task without having a specific set of tasks in mind that will help this accomplish their overall goal. That’s why only 8% of people succeed in their resolutions. They’re too broad with what they want to accomplish.

So how am I going to make reading a habit? Well, I’m taking a very similar approach to the whole #FinishIt method that I’ve been successfully using over the last several years to accomplish various projects that I’ve been wanting to do for over ten years. This version, however, will take the form of a 100 day goal.

Every day for one-hundred days, my goal is to read as many books as possible.

Yikes. That’s a big goal. Well, after I broke it down, it seemed more reasonable; thirty days to establish a new habit, the bite-sized goal from now until then is to read at least two chapters a day in a book. This gives me a very straight forward, broken down goal that I can accomplish every single day for the amount of time I need to (the 100 days). A bunch of smaller tasks accomplished each day takes me a step closer to getting to where I wanted to be overall.

Instead of waking up in the morning and browsing Facebook, I wake up in the morning and read a chapter in a book. Instead of browsing Facebook when I’m bored, or before I got to bed, I read a chapter. Now I ONLY get onto any social media when I have a reason to and (big surprise) I’m accomplishing a lot more.

Well, I’m almost two weeks into the new year and guess what? I’ve almost read two books. With this method, I’m on track for reading a book a week. How awesome is that? I’ll keep you posted on how I’m doing on fifty days and on one-hundred days… But so far I’m going strong!

So, in summation; I realized that, despite already cutting down my social media time SIGNIFICANTLY, I still waste a massive amount of time on it. I’m using my time to accomplish things that don’t matter and just eat up my time instead of accomplishing my goals. So, instead of using social media as a method of entertainment, I’m doing something else more productive and beneficial to my life. Reading.

What are some of your goals for this upcoming year? What do you want to accomplish?

Nathan Seals is an independent filmmaker, artist, and author who has created various comic books, films, role-playing systems, and card and board games throughout the years. He’s either insane, or a genius. Either way he’s having fun.


So today we hit day number four of NaNoWriMo.

I’m waking up extra early each day and working for three or four hours. I’m writing fast towards my 10,000 word badge and I’m very pleased with how this novel is evolving. I have an outline of the major plot points I want to hit, but like any of the other stuff I write, it shapes and evolves as I learn and grow with the characters.

I’m also working on trying to write more words per hour so that I can produce more content (beyond just this book) faster. One of the things I intend on doing with my life is writing  for a living. So if I can put together and write more effectively, that will help me in the long run. So far I’ve noticed with most things on my #FinishIt2015 campaign is that anything that I want to do, I have to wake up early and start working on it.

It’s crazy how much time I wasted most days through social media, YouTube, etc etc and not actually finishing the projects I’ve been wanting to do. What a waste! I’m so glad I’ve finally figured out how to buckle down and start… As well as finish… Projects that have been burning on the back of my mind for years!

This story (//.Machina) is one that I started writing when I was in highschool (almost ten years ago) and subsequently lost the first five chapters I had written. So I put the story on the backburner until I really wanted to write it again while I focused on my superhero novel and Virapets. It’s been almost a decade and I’m such a different person now, the story is still what the original idea was, but with a more evolved feel to it. I completely adore how it’s turning out and I’m excited to get it finished.

Nathan Seals is an independent filmmaker, artist, and author who has created various comic books, films, role-playing systems, and card and board games throughout the years. He’s either insane, or a genius. Either way he’s having fun.

Bonus: Anyways, here’s an unedited bit from the book if you’re interested in reading.

   “Okay.” Daku started, staring at the bottom of his wrist and swiping his finger several times over the small holo-display that was positioned there. A timer was counting down rapidly, causing Daku to show his sister the display and tap it, “We’ve got seventeen minutes before the security system goes back up and STAI starts raiding the building. That whole vent thing cost us fifteen minutes.”

“Fantastic.” Kaeba said as she crossed her arms. She often did this when she was uncomfortable in a situation and usually ended up bailing on it whenever she was. No matter how much she tried, she could never get over the sensation that her life would soon be over and that did not sit well with her. They just needed to download the money to the accounts and get out; out of this city, out of this server. Just out.

The bell chimed and the doors opened, Kaeba’s blades shot out from her forearms like wings and she burst down the halls once again, following the neon blue line down the hall and towards the security panel that would override the inner security to the safe that was their target. In their way was the same Herupa who had been the victim of their attack several floors above and had made its way down to meet the two as they emerged from the elevator, chattering cheerful warnings that the intruders had to leave the premises because it was private property and forming a large bladed weapon from its back and attaching it to its forearm, swinging down and slicing into the ground.

Kaeba did not stop her run, instead opting to rush to the side of the hall and jump up onto the wall, hitting it and flipping over the Herupa, slicing down as she did so. However this time was different because the AI had grown its usually soft body into a more solid plastic covering that allowed them to take less damage with the blades.

    This was a defense mechanism that Kaeba had never actually seen before.

    From Daku’s forearm flipped handles that hissed and buzzed as it formed into a set of glowing orange axes that could be used effectively in these sort of combat situations. He rushed towards the AI and began attacking it, ducking and dodging the large sweeping attacks of the much larger Herupa.