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Young Adult and Epic Fantasy

(Visionary, metaphysical, character-driven)


Contemporary Fantasy

(Character-driven, political, spiritual, society)


Poetry

(Political, spiritual, nature, free verse)


Science Fiction

(Character-driven, subversive, anti-trope)


Horror

(Sourced from actual trauma)


Romance

(Character-driven, NSFW, sex not the "main event")


Fan Fiction

(Firefly, Prison Break, The Lord of the Rings, Once Upon a Time, The Partridge Family, The Good Place, Gilligan's Island, Star Trek)


Works in Progress

(A wide variety; character driven, series continuations, a mix of genres)


Memoirs

(Because I've got things to say and people to slay)

COMING SOON!

Chapter Seven of The Ferndale High School Girls Swimming Team

Conversations With God: Volume Four (poetry)

A new edition of The Angel's Guardian

Just Dropped

Chapter One of Gilligan's Island--The Real Story

Chapter Six of The Ferndale High School Girls Swimming Team

Chapter Four of Thrace McCoy (Star Trek Fan Fiction)

The Kisser (Romance, Work-in-Progress, NSFW)--15 chapters!

Cover image for Thrace McCoy, A Fan-Fiction Tribute to Star Trek by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

Enjoy My Fanfic Tribute to Star Trek!

He's the troubled grandson of a Federation legend Admiral Leonard McCoy, who served as Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise and is recently deceased. He's got big shoes to fill, but no desire whatsoever to fill them.


His father and mother divorced when he was nine. He has no other siblings. His father is human, whereabouts unknown; his mother Vulcan. She resides there, a Federation mathematician who only occasionally bothers contacting him.


His temper and his inhuman strength, along with his smarts, keep landing him in penal colonies. This latest send-up, however, may be permanent, for he was convicted of murdering two Starfleet officers who were on leave. One was a Vulcan.


Sitting in a cell in a penal colony on Mars, Thrace McCoy doesn't know it, but his life is about to change--radically.

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Author's notes

One of the things that got me through my childhood was Star Trek. When I was a kid, Star Trek meant Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock, Lt. Uhura and Lt. Sulu.


I must have watched each episode a dozen times. I never tired of it. It gave me hope in a way that few things back then did. I even went to a Star Trek convention and listened to Leonard Nimoy speak!


Of course, the Star Trek universe has expanded enormously since then (the 70s). That makes me very happy. I have liked some series more than others, but for the most part, the Star Trek universe continues to feed me hope--especially in these times.


I knew that someday I would have to write a fanfic of some kind; here it is. It is incomplete as all fanfics of mine are; I love diving into a universe created by someone else and playing with it, expanding it, and, importantly, subverting it. At least a little.


I am going to write at least another chapter before moving on to other projects; please enjoy the ones on offer, either as my older edits or the newer ones.


Newly Edited Chapters Can Be Read Here


Download the older chapters here



Gilligan's Island--The Real Story

Everybody knows about the Minnow and its seven castaways. What you don't know is the real story. This is it. Read on!


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Author's notes: I grew up with Gilligan's Island. It was a nice, way-too-brief half-hour escape from the daily hell that was my childhood. I thought that one day I might try to write a fan fiction tribute to it. This is my ongoing effort towards that end.


It's not a comedy; instead it's much more like Lost: a drama, gritty and sexy and enchanting. The innocence is gone in this work, the characters deeper and more fleshed out, scarred from their own lives and the recent trauma of being shipwrecked in a mysterious time and place that seems to have no anchor to the world they left behind.


I've got seven freshly edited chapters coming.


Enjoy!


Newly edited chapters


Full download of older edits

Melody and the Pier to Forever

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Melody and the Pier to Forever: Parts One thru Four

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Melody and the Pier to Forever: Parts Five and Six

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Sole Survivor: The Story of Kaza of Theseus

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Melody and the Pier to Forever: Book Two

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Melody and the Pier to Forever: The Adventure Begins ...

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Otoro Queril: Saeire Insu Executioner

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The Angel's Guardian

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The Failure of the Saeire Insu

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Dreamcatcher

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Angel

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Angel: Book Two

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The Cheapery St. Heroes

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The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two

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Random Chance and the Paradise that is Earth

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Links I Like (& You Will Too)

(Links change often. If you'd like to suggest a link, please contact me.)




Politics





Somewhere In Southwest Oregon

(Spiritual, Nature, Protest Poetry)





Music




Three Dog Night made my childhood bearable. It's a scandal they aren't in the Rock n' Roll HOF. Just a joke. Rest in peace, Chuck Negron. When I was a boy, I wanted to be just like you.


  • Big Sonic Chill - The Midori Years Part 1 (The best radio show ever produced. From San Diego, during the aughts)

Neil Sedaka: one of the all-time greats. Another bright spot in my very dark childhood. What a great voice and beautiful melodies.




Practical Philosophy and Psychology





Culture





Technology





Actually Worth Subscribing To





For Creatives





Humor



Thought

I'm to envy them.

Their relationships.

Their families.

Their friendships.

Their social lives.

Their connections.

Their social media friend counts.

Their smiling vacation photos.

Their success.


I'm to feel horribly lonely

because

I don't have a family.

I've got (maybe) one friend.

I don't have a social life.

I don't have connections.

I don't have a social media friend count.

I don't have smiling vacation photos.

I don't have success.


The thing is, I've watched these fucks ...

No, I've watched you ...

my entire life.

I've studied you very closely.

I've observed very, very carefully.

I've watched.

I've listened.

In the supermarket.

In the coffee shop.

In the streets.

In the waiting rooms.

In the halls.

In the offices.

In the classrooms.

At concerts.

At celebrations.

At funerals.

In parks.

On the beach.


I've watched. I've listened.

Very carefully.


And what you call "family"

or "friendship" ...

Jesus.


There is a supposed loneliness epidemic

today.

So many people--alone.

But the truth is, it's not a loneliness

epidemic.

It's a "I've Got No One to Consume"

epidemic.

Because in truth,

that's all your "family" and "friends" are:

they're consummables.

And you're an addict in withdrawal.


If I know anything about you fucks,

watching you all this time,

listening,

observing,

decades of it ...

it's that.


I'm alone, yes.

I am not lonely.

My solitude I treasure

above all else.

The sea is my friend.

The trees.

The swallows whirling joyfully above,

twittering, playing, arguing.

The squirrels.

The bushes, the grass, the flowers,

the spiders.

The sky is a painting,

a masterpiece every moment,

something you fucks miss

almost every moment

(unless there's an eclipse or

a nuclear exchange, or money

just randomly fluttering out of the sky

towards you).


I am not a consumer like you.

Which means my relationships

are fundamentally different than yours.

My worldview is fundamentally different

than yours.

They are, in fact, infinitely deeper

than the ones you have with your

"family,"

with your "friends."



Read more thoughts here

About Me

I'm a writer, illustrator, and fractalist. A wonderer, wanderer, and an unapologetic introvert. I'm a romantic; I'm inspired by the epic, the authentic, the numinous, and the luminous. Most of all, I'm blessed.

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