What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

I’m All Alone in Here October 22, 2014

My mother’s house is across the street from a church. The congregation has been meeting there for 176 years, but the church was built in 1880. The original church burned down in 1878.

That was before the town had a real fire department. It was back in the days of ring a bell and everyone comes out with a bucket and hopes for the best. General Brown who owned our house in 1878, heard the bell and ran out to the church, helping with the bucket brigade and leaving his little girl in her room, watching the church burn through her window.

The little girl, Kit, was not pleased. She was not used to being abandoned in the house. So she took her chamber pot and threw it out the window screaming “I’m all alone in here!” Now, no one heard her over the noise from the fire, but Kit did discover that throwing china things out her window was indeed satisfying. She went and got her brother’s chamber pot and threw that out the window, again shouting “I’m all alone in here!” Soon she was taking everything she could find in the bedroom that might make a satisfying noise when it shattered in front on the house. “I’m all alone on here!” Crash!



The Tethering is Here! October 20, 2014

The day has arrived! The Tethering is now available on the Barnes and Noble website, Amazon, and Smashwords! Strangers can buy my book! After years of writing, revisions, and edits, Jacob Evans has been sent out into the world! It feels kind of like sending my characters to kindergarten. Shoving them out into the cold, cruel internet ether and hoping that I have prepared them well enough to survive on their own.


All sixteen-year-old Jacob Evans wants is to win the heart of Emilia Gray, but with order in the magical world crumbling, war threatening, and Emilia’s boyfriend living across the hall, he may never have the chance.

Jacob Evans loses everything he has ever known and is tossed into a world of magic. The Dragons, a group of rebel wizards, are threatening to expose the existence of magic to humans. Jacob is determined to find a way to fit into Emilia’s family, but as his powers grow, so does the danger. With the death toll mounting, Jacob is accused of acts of rebel terrorism and must fight to stay in a world he’s only just beginning to discover.

When Emilia’s life is threatened, Jacob must risk everything to save her. Does he have the power to rescue her in time? And what could their survival cost?


The paperback will be coming out before Christmas, but for today The Tethering can be placed on e-devices all over the world. My story will be in places I’ve never even heard of being read by people I’ve never met. It’s nerve wracking, thrilling, and completely incomprehensible.

Please Tweet, Facebook, and share The Tethering! Help the book to travel like digital fire!

And thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming with me on this crazy ride!

Buy links:
SITL website

You can also check out my Amazon Author Page here!

Leaping Leotards! October 18, 2014

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I am shaped funny. It’s not that I have bad body image or anything else like that. I just have a funnily shaped body. When I sit down I am extraordinarily tall. Taller than most men who are over six foot. I’m only 5’8”. I have a ridiculously long torso. This causes many problems. Like getting yelled at while watching a ballet because some catty woman in fur thought I was sitting on my heels. “Do you have any idea how much I paid for these tickets!” Probably not as much as you did for the tacky dead animal you’re wearing. And, P.S. I can’t shrink! (more…)


A Troubled Childhood October 15, 2014

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Hello everyone! It’s Chris blog post time again. Megan is very under the weather currently, so I tucked her in early and told her to let me take care of this post.

My childhood may not be quite as interesting as Megan’s (and I’m okay with that), but I do have some quirky stories to share. And in thinking about what to write I realize that Megan and I had immensely different childhoods. She was both a Girl Scout and a Boy Scout. I went to 4H camp three summers in a row. That was the extent of my peer-camp comradery. She learned how to build a fire when she was only three. I almost burned my house to the ground when I was seven.

When she was a teenager, she almost drowned after her sailboat capsized (I’ll let her tell you that story sometime), but she was able to rescue herself. I fell into a pond in my backyard when I was little, and one of my parents had to jump in to save me. I’m not sure if it was Mom or Dad, but I do know that Dad jumped off of our house’s roof one time because he saw me standing by a bush, my mouth covered in the purple juice of berries that weren’t blue, black, rasp, or straw.

And it’s not as though my parents were neglectful parents. I just got into trouble, constantly. And I still do. Undoubtedly, if you’ve read Megan’s posts about our time in Alaska, you already knew that. And you know, I don’t want that to change. With our combined senses of adventure and lucky streaks (which will hopefully continue), we shall continue to get into trouble. And don’t worry too much. We’re always very well prepared and have found ourselves in such a variety of scary situations that we’re pretty good about keeping a level head in those instances.

And so, as my lovely wife dreams herself away from her coughing, I raise a glass to her wondrous, infectious wanderlust. May we have many happy returns to the mountains and to the rivers and streams where adventure awaits us with open arms. And in the case that she reads this tomorrow, I love you, angel.



The Friend Who Saved My Butt… Literally October 13, 2014

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In theatre, you travel. A lot. And after a while, you begin to create your own urban tribe of show people. We spend the holidays together. We spend birthdays together. We work and play and spend nearly all our time as a unit. And then the show closes. We all go our separate ways, and aside from a chosen few, we don’t really speak off of Facebook until the next show we do together.

But there is a certain bond you gain from doing the impossible magic that is theatre eight times a week with people. The memories you make while doing quick changes stay with you forever.

I had a friend once (Ok, I know how sad that sounds, but just keep reading.) I haven’t spoken to her in forever. She has a big kid life now, and I’m a terrible person who doesn’t really keep in touch with anyone, but she is wonderful. One of those friends you can count on no matter what. Drunk, bleeding, naked, or all three at once, she’s the one you go to. (more…)


Finding the Root October 11, 2014

We all go through times in life when all we want to do is scream, complain, and stomp our feet. Unfortunately, that usually isn’t the best way to get results. As people capable of using the big kid potty, there are usually chains of command to be followed, compromises to be made, and the need for maturity to be utilized. Not to say that there is never a time to stomp your feet. There is, but you need to know who to stomp at and make sure there isn’t another option that is less annoying to those in your immediate vicinity.

When I was on tour, there was a wardrobe mistress whom everyone loved. She was everyone’s show Mama and one of the most wonderful people you could ever meet. Not that she wouldn’t smack you upside the head if you deserved it. But it takes a bit to push her there. (more…)


The Man in the Woman October 8, 2014

The concept of gay people was never really a thing in my house. I just knew that some boys liked boys and some girls liked girls. And sometimes boys liked to dress up like girls. As a big fan of playing dress up myself, the fact that some boys might also want to play with gold lamé was not strange to me. As long as they didn’t want to borrow my lamé. I was never very good at sharing during dress up time.

One summer, my mother took my Girl Scout troop to see the musical La Cage aux Folles, which is basically the movie The Bird Cage but with songs and boys sliding into splits. If you haven’t seen The Bird Cage, do it now. Right now! It’s brilliant in every way. I love it. Watch it now!

Before my mother took our troop to any show, be it Shakespeare or something with tap shoes, we would always learn about the show first. She’d leave off the ending, but that way we could keep up if things got a little deep.

The basic plot is that a boy falls in love with a conservative girl. His two fathers own a drag club where his mother/father is the star. He wants to hide the gayness from the girl’s parents. Hilarity and love of gays and accepting who you are ensue. (more…)



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