It’s been a very rough week for all of us. One of those weeks that comes around once every few years, that makes us question why the hell we even bother continuing on, with all the ugliness and despair that is constantly bombarding us.

I’ve been a member of the io9 extended community for about a year and a half now. I stumbled upon the site when I saw some science videos starring Esther and Annalee on YouTube. At first, I thought the site was just a bunch of articles; pretty awesome articles, but articles just the same. Nothing else.

Then I discovered you, the commenters. I also learned that the authors take an active role in interacting with the commenters. And I realized that this place is far more than just a news site. It’s an entire community. A vibrant, busy, at times chaotic community that is filled with passionate, intelligent, wonderful people. I even strolled over to Jezebel, Kotaku, and Gizmodo, and found that they too are wonderful, supportive communities. Sure, there are the occasional bad eggs, but they’re just our street corner drunks ranting at clouds.


And then we were viciously attacked. Apparently, Jezebel had been enduring it for months, which I had no idea about until last week when I just happened to see one of the horrific images myself. Since then, the attacks spread citywide. All of our towns were hit.


And then there was Robin. And Zelda. And Lauren Bacall. And Ferguson.

I wasn’t sure why I was here. I’d make a smart ass comment, a pun, the (very) occasional thought-provoking comment or post, but was I really doing anything? Was I doing anything to brighten people’s days, to make them think, to make a difference?

Well, now I know what I’m here to do. I am a writer. Before the physics, before the puns, before the history degree, I was a writer. My first story was Honey, I Shrunk the Class when I was eight. Then, when I was twelve, I wrote a sequel to Super Mario World called Star Worlds. Then I wrote a 100-page outline about the epic future of humanity when I was a junior in high school. And then a thousand-page outline about the future of our existence when I was twenty-one.

So here’s what I’m going to do. Every day, seven days a week, I am going to post a chapter of books I’m going to write. Every day will be a different book. Seven books a week, until I’m finally done. I’m resurrecting my Game of Thrones-Batman mashup. I’m bringing back the Retrieval Saga. I’m going to write Astro-Knight Princess. And some other surprises I’m still working out the details on.

Reality has been very ugly lately. Let me do what I can to soothe us all with a little fantasy. Until then, here’s a little something to bolster your spirits.