Shitty Movie Files #1: ‘Christmas Evil’

Shitty Movie Sunday is a weekly hangout consisting of an ever-changing cast of characters. The consistent is this–we track down shitty movies and drink to the absurd and ridiculous. Join Virtual Napkins each week as we recount the events of Shitty Movie Sunday. The names have been changed for some reason. ~~~ A few days…

VN Episode 8: Morissa Schwartz and GenZ Publishing

This week on Virtual Napkins TV, Shane recounts last weekend’s Brain 2 Books Cyber Convention. Then he sits down with the voice of generation Z and founder of GenZ Publishing, Morissa Schwartz. Shane and Morissa discuss the benefits of indie publishing and her path to being a digital entrepreneur. Additionally, Antonio brings back one of…

VN Episode 7: Jeremy Smith and ‘The Singularity’

Join Shane this week for an update on writing-related news. Shane discusses the APA finally allowing for singular usage of the third-person pronoun ‘they’ and Antonio previews the reboot of Stephen King’s It. Finally, Shane sits with composer Jeremy Smith, to discuss his new project, ‘The Singularity,’ a ballet that tells a computer’s artificial intelligence coming-of-age…

VN Episode 6: Joe Compton and GoIndieNow

Virtual Napkins is back for Season 2! Catch up with what has been going on with Antonio since last season’s tryst with Miranda (spoiler alert: he’s not handling it well). Shane also discusses this year’s Brain 2 Books Cyber Convention–a convention for readers and authors to connect that takes place exclusively online (and it’s free…

The Land of Ghosts

I live in a land of ghosts. Of course, by thirty, we all do. The landscape is littered with the corpses of the relationships we didn’t nourish with the right kinds of water and food. And in some cases, those corpses represent relationships that were forgotten altogether–left in the sun to fend for themselves and…

Then the Rain Falls

Tonight, it’s raining. It’s 8:00 PM, and the rain woke me up from a nap I started when work was over because I couldn’t sleep last night. Last night, I poured a glass of bourbon and started writing to you on the old typewriter I keep in the apartment for my drunk friends to type…