Episode Nine: Perception Isn’t Reality

Stardate: 20260608

Intro:

I’m sitting here watching reaction videos to the news that Lutorcorp (known to the world as Amazon), is happy with the business Master of the Universe did on it’s opening weekend. Folks are shocked that Luthor’s happy with the film only making a quarter of it’s budget so far.

I think we’re skipping the rules this month, and focusing on a more important thing- Perception vs. Reality. In the words of my favorite fictional Italian plumber, “Lets-a go….”

News:

Not much on the news front this month. Except you can now read my old Rangers On The Rim stories on Fictionry!

Fictionry’s a great little web novel site that’s just starting up, so go check them out! There’s some fascinating stuff awaiting you there.

In The Library:

This month, I’m recommending an anime: Akane Banashii.
It’s the story of a young girl following in her father’s footsteps as she rises the ranks of a Japanese performance art based on storytelling. I’m only a few episodes in, though J’s been reading the manga since it came out. Already I’m hooked on the art style, the characters and the opening/closings are fantastic.

Akane Banashi is available dubbed and subbed on Netflix, but it’s also coming out subbed on Youtube.

Check it out!

The Good

Perception and Reality are two entirely different things, and that’s GOOD.

Perception, whether it’s a personal observation or the voice of the multitudes is often an incomplete picture at best.Since we’re talking about the “Masters of the Universe” movie that just opened, let’s go with that for a second.

Way back in 1987, when the first stab at a live action version of this franchise came out, the perception was immediately “oh god, this is AWFUL.” And this was long before the mob mentality that is social media.

But the years have been kinder to that film than you might think. I saw it recently on cable or somewhere, and it was a fun, if ultimately fluffy summer flick. Sure the extended ‘Send everyone to Earth’ sequence is a cheap cop-out, but the stuff filmed ‘on Eternia’ is lavish, beautiful and with the exception of some blatantly horrid fight choreography, excellently shot.

Perception feeds off of first impressions. The good in the dichotomy comes when you allow yourself to let Perception pass you by, and focus on the Reality you see.

The Bad

Bad? Simple. It’s too dang easy to confuse the two. We hear “Oh, the movie had a less-than stellar opening weekend, it must be bad” and without thinking, we tend to follow that thought. That’s perception.

Now, let’s look at reality. I just ran the numbers and to take a family of four to see “Masters of the Universe” at our local cinema is $70. For. The. Tickets. Kids want popcorn, soda or candy? Double that.

Now you’re looking at $140 for a two-hour movie that will be on a streaming service you’re probably already paying for in less than two months. The same thing happened to Mandalorian & Grogu. BOTH movies are fantastic (yes, I’m a fanboy, sue me), but since they didn’t do hundreds of millions on day ONE, the content creators are spinning a web of lies that “they’re horrible, and see? Weren’t WE right?”

Don’t be taken in. Judge for yourself.

The Fugly

$70. For. The. Tickets.

Wow.

BONUS! Movie Review time!

“Masters of the Universe” is a wonderfully goofy and fun movie that has more heart than it knows what to do with, and a wonderful romp through nostalgia for older fans, and a brilliantly entertaining take on a fantasy blockbuster for newer ones.

The primary trio of heroes (Adam, Teela and her father Duncan) ar the anchor of the show and they are far and away the best part.

Duncan, played by Idris Alba in a role that’s not hawking AI for a change, is nuanced, deep, and forgive this, masterfully brought to life.

Teela (Camile Mendez) is not only perfect casting, she is utterly amazing to watch. She is a warrior, a friend, and a daughter not by phases, but in every scene she’s in. Teela and Adam’s relationship is making me misty even as I type.

Which brings us to Adam, played by Nicholas Galitzine, is part Peter Pan and part Peter Parker. All he wants is to go home, and when he finally succeeds, it’s not the world he remembers. But instead of wallowing in the grief, he rises up and breathes life and believability into a character who was mostly an afterthought to most of us we we watched the original cartoon four decades ago. Galitzine may not have the biceps to play the most powerful man in the universe but ten seconds in I think you’ll agree, he doesn’t need them.

Honestly, the film isn’t perfect. It tries very, very hard to be ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ when it isn’t focusing on what made the show special. Not the power fantasy, not the balance between excitement and comedy… What made the original cartoon, AND this movie special is that at the end of the day it’s still looking for somewhere to put it’s excess heart.

Final grade? “Maters of the Universe” 8 out of 10.

Go see it.

April 14, 2026April 14, 2026

Episode Seven! Something Clever. I need Something Clever…

Stardate: 20260403

Intro:

This month, we’re putting my fourth rule for life under the microscope. Fun Fact, I learned this one from BATMAN.

The rule:

When someone does a job you don’t want to do, thank them for it. They not only did the job, they helped you out.

But first, the News and such!

News:

So, the further I get from the Flame & Claw publication date, the more mistakes I think I made with its launch. I didn’t do a lot to build buzz, and the more I try to hype the books now, the more it feels like bailing out a boat with a teaspoon.

Of course, there are hundreds of people online who will tell you ‘this worked for me!’ but they all boil down to one thing… buying something from somebody. Whether it’s ad space from Lex Luthor, or a self-help marketing class/book/package, or the questionable services of a professional assistant.

If I could have afforded that, I’d have done it already. On the other hand, that’s why I run this blog. To show you all the pitfalls I blindly stumbled into, in hopes you can void them in the future.

In The Library:

A friend of mine is reviving his audio drama group to finally complete a couple of their unfinished projects. We’ll talk more about that in a later issue, but for now, I want to talk about audio drama itself as a genre.

Sometimes, a specific media bursts onto the scene, has a moment, and then gets overshadowed by the next big thing, and we as a society forget about the previous iteration. That’s a one-sentence summation of what happened to the radio dramas of yesteryear. A full cast, performing a script live with some bits of music and live sound effects is a brand of chaos and magic all it’s own. Some few of these have survived in one form or another until today, but they’re all written for a different era, and a lot of modern folks bounce off them because of it.

But the artform itself is still a valid media for expression, and with modern technology, all you need is some friends, a laptop, some free software and a lot of patience and you can make one of these shows yourself.

Nowadays, audio drama, podcast fiction, serialized audio… it goes by a ton of names but there are dozens and dozens of them out there for your listening pleasure. I recommend starting at the Audio Drama Directory.

Just grab a pair of headphones (over speakers is an option, but the immediacy can get lost) and immerse yourself in great storytelling.

Okay! Let’s take a deep dive into this episode’s rule:

When someone does a job you don’t want to do, thank them for it. They not only did the job, they helped you out.

The Good

Obviously, the good comes from creating a cycle of gratitude. Ever do a small task for someone, and feel good about it? Now imagine if everyone did that a few times a day. How much warm feeling, how much happiness could be spawned from just a small act of kindness? How could such a chain change the world for the better?

The Bad

Honestly, I don’t see how this is bad, so I’m going to look at what happens when this rule is ignored.
Ever do a small thing for someone, and have them not express gratitude, but rather act as though they were entitled to your action? How did it make you feel?
Yeah, that’s the bad.

Sometimes, we’re just in a rush. Sometimes we just don’t think about it. But gratitude is contagious, and is important. Let’s all practice it.

The Fugly

So I’ve been thinking like crazy, what can possibly be fugly about a lack of gratitude, as opposed to merely bad?

Well, I think I have it. A lack of outward gratitude can have just as much negative impact on you as it does those you’re denying it to. Think about it for a sec, if you’re constantly taking no notice of your actions, or how they’re hurting those around you, even by mere indifference, then eventually you shut yourself off from common fellowship and humanity.

I think it’s a big part of how the word ‘Woke’ has become so politically charged lately. The word implies being awake, being aware of your world and what is happening around you. Of course, this means the status quo can no longer hold, and a lot of unfortunately powerful people have a vested interest in keeping the status quo in place.

The result has been people arguing about a word that if you step back from the rhetoric and examine the arguments, is utterly ridiculous. Let me boil this down:
Person A: I’m woke to the problems of the homeless.
Person B: Woke is dumb. You’re a bad person for because of it.

How we got here is less important I think, than how we move forward.

Maybe we start with gratitude and awareness, yeah?

So! Next month, we’ll wrap up the KU experiment, and discuss what might be the most important rule of the whole bunch.

And now, the obligatory passing of the hat…
– Hey! Did you know you can get this post in your email, instead? Sign up for my mailing list on devlinjames.com and you’ll also get a download link for the first chapter of Peacebreaker FREE.
– Also, by becoming a Citizen of the Galaxy (https://www.patreon.com/devlinjames) you can see the stories I’m working on BEFORE THEY’RE PUBLISHED. Get a monthly peek under the hood for way less than a cup of coffee.

See you in April!
-Dev

March 3, 2026April 14, 2026

Episode Six! Return of the Sumthin or Other…

Stardate: 20260219

Intro:

This month, we’re putting my third rule for life under the microscope. Almost literally, as I also run a little experiment with it.
The rule:

A mistake only becomes an error if you fail to learn from it.

The experiment? Well…

News:

I may have just made a titanic scale mistake, but I put the Flame & Claw trilogy up on Kindle Unlimited. That means, for 90 days at least, the full e books are exclusively there.
The good news, is if you’re a member of KU, they’re FREE. So go check em out! 🙂

In The Library:

Ok, I’m going to gush over a cozy fantasy that J recommended (Always trust J, she’s the smartest and best person I know).
The Keeper of Magical Things by Julie Leong is a fantastic example of Character over Plot. It’s a cozy so the plot is not profound, but it took me until almost the end to realize the book’s a fantasy sendup of the whole ‘urban professional moves to small town, starts a B&B/Inn/Bookstore/Widget Shop’ subgenre. The book is so much better than that though. The main character, Charity Bulrush is superb and if you’re not in love with her by page three then we just can’t be friends no more. She’s witty, endearing, and by far the best written lead I’ve run across in years.
Leong’s first book, The Teller of Small Fortunes, was really good, but this one is sooo much better, and I cannot sing it’s praises loud enough.

Okay! Let’s take a deep dive into this episode’s rule:

A mistake only becomes an error if you fail to learn from it.

The Good

Obviously, this rule is about not making perfect the enemy of good. Succeeding perfectly is never as good as stumbling along the way and reasoning your way though why you failed. We’ve all heard the old Thomas Edison quote “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work” (of course the way that worked was stealing from Nikola Tesla, but that’s another show).
Nonetheless, you will always learn more from analyzing failures that you will by succeeding perfectly the first time.

The Bad

All too often, society pushes results over process. This makes us all perfectionists who strive to be correct the first time every time and an incorrect response, to be less that perfect, is bad. But perfection is impossible. It’ never achievable and yet it dangles like bait just beyond our reach.

The perception of perfection, the drive to not create errors is good, but wee have to learn to embrace being wrong as a learning experience of we’re all gonna wind up feeling like failures. The opposite of perfection is NOT failure. It’s wisdom.

At least i think so. But maybe I’m wrong. Cool, a chance to learn. 🙂

The Fugly

Success doesn’t prove understanding.
Want an example? What’s two plus two?
Y’all said ‘four’, right?
Why? Not ‘because that’s correct’, but WHY is it correct?

Go forth and learn.

Cool! We’ve hit March! In like a Lion, out like a Lamb! I can’t wait for spring, I’m sick of being cold all the time.
So! Next month, we see how the KU experiment is going, we also examine the greatest lesson Batman ever taught me.

And now, the obligatory passing of the hat…

Hey! Did you know you can get this post in your email, too? Sign up for my mailing list and you’ll also get a download link for the first chapter of Peacebreaker FREE.
Also, by becoming a Citizen of the Galaxy you can see the stories I’m working on BEFORE THEY’RE PUBLISHED. Get a monthly peek under the hood for way less than a cup of coffee.

See you in April!
-Dev

January 5, 2026February 6, 2026

Episode Four! A New Hope Trilogy!

Stardate: 20260105

Intro:

First, HUGE FREAKING NEWS. But that’s the next section. Now that you’ve been properly teased, I shall continue with the Introduction.

I have several rules by which I live my life. Some are silly, some are bedrock serious. Not all were written by me, but all feel right. I’m going to begin a series examining and explaining each one. First up, is the rule so bit it appears on the front page of my site.

Dev’s Rule Number One:

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Today, we examine the Good, the Bad, and the Fugly of my primary guide.

News:

OK, wow. Here we go with the biggie.

FLAME & CLAW HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED!

All three books, Peacebreaker and Lightbringer, and Worldender are available as e books from Amazon, Kobo, or DRM free options coming soon. All three books are $5 each (the platforms control foreign currency equivalents). I chose the platforms I did because I want to reach the broadest possible audience.

I’m exploring print options for those who would like a physical book. Hell, -I- want a physical book. but the options are, in a word, grim.

It has been a long, wonky road to get to this point. Between writing and editing and formatting and advertising (which I still royally suck at)… it’s a lot.

If you’d like, you can read the first chapter of Peacebreaker for FREE, then sign up for my newsletter and get a DRM free download link.

Read and Enjoy.

In The Library:

I always intended this section to be about OTHER people’s work, but this time I want to talk about Peacebreaker.

Being the first in the trilogy, It has a lot of heavy lifting to do. It’s gotta introduce Sara and the other characters, establish their relationships, and explain the intricacies of the world itself. Being an urban fantasy (or magical realism if you prefer) gives me a bit of an advantage. I don’t have to explain the mundane side of Sara’s life.

Not that it’s terribly mundane to start with. She’s living in her van with her cat and driving round the country as some kind of hybrid homeless person/wandering adventurer. That’s where the phrase “highway ronin” comes from. She wants to think of herself as controlling her own journey as she travels fork stop to stop, but the fact is she’s staggering from bad situation to barely acceptable short term solution to disaster. The book doesn’t romanticize her life as much as it may seem to, but when the call comes and she heads home, she’s secretly ready to settle down.

And what she finds when she comes “home” is nothing like she expected. She’s quickly drawn into a world of magic, and Immortals waging a cold war that has lasted for centuries. Sara very quickly discovers that her very existence has upset that tenuous balance and that cold war explodes in violence, fire, and death.

But she’s not in the world alone. She has her brother, and group of unexpected friends who welcome her into their family forged by flame and claw.

The Good

My number one rule.

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Obviously, the good of this is you define yourself. That is a simple, yet enormously powerful statement. Other people will try to label you, try to put you in a clean, neat, and tiny mental box.

But those labels? They only apply to you if you agree with them. Fight for your identity, because no one else has that right, or that responsibility.

The Bad

What could possibly be bad about the rule? If everyone gets to define themselves, where’s the harm?

Well, that’s an answer that again, only you can find. Here’s some food for thought though.

It’s human nature to fit everything we learn into our own frame of reference. Depending on the breadth of that frame, you might be more accepting of the differences in others. Or, maybe you live in a world where most if not all folks think the same way, hold the same values, and fit into similar frames. That’s not a bad thing, but it tends to shrink a person’s view of the world.

YOU get to decide who you are, but also remember that everyone around you has the same right. Conflict comes when we try to apply that decision to other people.

Assholes have the right to be assholes. Saints have the right to be saints. It’s their behavior toward others that is good or bad, and should be acted on accordingly, not their personal identity.

The Fugly

I’m not sure how fugly this is. To me the term has always meant ugly in a funny way. But then again, most stand-up comics will tell you folks don’t laugh at funny, they laugh at true.

What if you can’t answer the call to define who and what you are? Well, I think we call that condition ‘life.’ We’re all individuals who are constantly growing and learning, even if we don’t think we are.

I offer myself as an example. I was born into a very Catholic family. I attended a parochial school from the second through the fifth grade and only moving to a new town with a parochial school that was too pricey and that I vocally did not want to attend got me into the real of public education.

My father was very conservative. He felt Reagan was a tad too liberal. He was a Trump voter twice (would have been three, but he passed away a few years ago). He raised me think like he did, to value what he did. He was very much ‘Father Knows Best’.

But as I grew, I realized I didn’t share his values. Individual choice is very important to me. the wellness of the COMMUNITY is more important that making more money and driving a bigger car. Speaking of cars, My father and I are both large people. Over 6’4″ and broad in the shoulders. He drove the biggest family vehicles he could find. He drove a Ford cargo van with a converted luxuriously comfortable interior for over twenty years before shifting to top-line SUVs.

I drive a Ford Fiesta. The smallest car Ford made at the time. I don’t need 4-wheel drive, or a power-adjust chair with 16 dimensions. But he did, because it made him feel better about himself.

To get back to the point, We learn, we grow, and sometimes our answers change.

And that’s not fugly. It’s actually a good thing.

Well, that’s it for next month! Next time we’ll delve into some of the cast of Flame and Claw, and examine my second rule for life. I promise, thus one’s lighter:

Never turn down free food.

-If it comes from a trusted source. I’m looking at you, coworker-baked peanut butter sriracha cookies.-

See you in February!
-Dev

December 12, 2025February 1, 2026

Episode Three: Revenge of the Grinch!

Stardate: 20251212

Intro:

Well, hello there. I’m Devlin, call me Dev (please, for the love of god call me Dev, I hate my name). I’ve been writing and drawing for what feels like at least half a century, but despite having gone pro with my digital art a few years ago, I’ve never published anything.

I can just sense the head nods. A lot of you out there in the same boat? You want to take the plunge, but you’re worried those dark shapes below might be sharks? Well I intend to document my self-publishing journey. Not just the (hopefully many) successes, but the spectacular failures too. Hopefully, I can help someone avoid a few of the pitfalls I’ll plunge into.

News:

Well, that’s the LAST time you’ll see those intro paragraphs. Because I PUBLISHED SOMETHING!!! The first chapter of Peacebreaker: Book One of Flame & Claw is available for free (Well, ‘pay what you want’ so tips would be appreciated, but in no way necessary) on Itch.
Check It Out!

Also, while we still don’t have a release DATE for the trilogy, we have a release WINDOW for books one and two. Both will drop the first week of January, 2026.

In The Library:

Lately, I’ve been binging all my favorite holiday movies and old specials. Children of the the Rankin-Bass generations all have their favorites, usually corresponding to their birth year and the special’s release date.

My favs are: “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, “The Year Without a Santa Claus”, and the last one they ever made, “The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus” (the puppet one, not the weaker animated remake form a few years later).

On the movie front, I love Netflix’s “Christmas Chronicles” films. Kurt Russel’s ‘Jack Burton as Kris Kringle” energy is infectious. And of course, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is an annual tradition- but for a set of obscure reasons. All but one thing in that film happened to my fam around the holidays one way or another… except one thing. Anybody care to hazard a guess?

And Now, This…

Releasing the promo was a big decision. No one ever tells you quite how exhausting being a self-published author is. I’ve been sitting with basically this one element of my life for three straight days, doing hardly any of my day-job work (don’t worry the boss is lenient, I’m self-employed) in favor of adding social media posts, or talking it up in discord servers I usually just lurk in. The tldr is I haven’t thought up a clever Good, Bad,Fugly for this month.

In it’s place, I present this – A short story, more of an essay really, that I wrote a few years back. I keep stumbling back to this every year, and every year it still rings true.

Because magic is where you find it.

And, so…

Christmas in the Dark

It’s the hour of the wolf.

Somewhere between three and four in the morning, as I lay awake staring at the ceiling without seeing it. All I can see are the troubles and the trials stretching out before and behind me.

It’s December now, and our Christmas tree is up. It’s artificial, which is both easy and terrible- it smells like dust. We also decorated the house with all the little knickknacks that are supposed to remind us of childhood, and the glories of Christmases long, long ago.

Honestly, I’m glad we did it, it’s one less thing on the list that needs doing today, but the magic isn’t there anymore.

Sure, there’s the satisfaction of finishing the big task, but little else.

And now I lay awake wondering how I’ll buy presents with no money. How I’ll find a job when no one wants to hire. How I’ll pull my weight. How I’ll keep my weight down when everything is covered in chocolate and yes, sir, I’ll have another… and… and… and.

The wolf is outside, and she’d like a word with me about my life.

Giving up sleep as a dream of youth, I get up and grab my clothes for the day, managing not trip on my shoes or the various hazards between me and the shower.

Gotta celebrate the little victories, Wolfie.

The shower feels nice. It’s been too cold for the light blankets, but too warm for the heavy one- so the nasty overheat feeling clings to me as I shuck my PJs and stand under the steamy water. It resets my natural thermostat from all the shivering and sweating of the night, and just leaves the ahhhh.

Of course, eventually it ends and I have to get dressed in the bathroom. I hate doing that. I always end up hopping up and down on one foot while trying to get the other through that last six inches of stubborn denim that has decided to cling to the sole of the other foot. You try doing that without the words ‘Compound Fracture’ swirling through your head.

It’s five am by the time I haul myself, dripping hair and all, out to the living room. I can hear the rest of the house stirring, even the mouse, so I don’t want to make any more noise than I have to. I’ve never been a morning person, until being forced into it at gunpoint by various necessities. But now, I can admit that there’s something kind of nice about having an hour or so to yourself with all the distractions switched off. Having the time to sit quietly and think, meditate about the day to come.

Familiarity keeps me from bouncing off the walls more than a couple times, but once I’m out to the living room couch, that changes. See, there’s a new shadow, an unfamiliar shape in the dark. Just enough light comes in through the skylight and the curtained window to show me the silhouette of our tree. Shadows stretch it into a sinister figure. One with vaguely lupine features.

Lovely, the wolf is clocking overtime.

I sigh and go to the light switch, but here I pause. Partially because lighting that beacon will awaken half the house, and partially because it just feels wrong somehow. Instead, a wicked little grin escapes me and I carefully pick my way over to the side of the loveseat, and the power strip that all the decorations are plugged into.

This was one of my favorite parts of Christmas when I was a kid. I’ve always loved color, and the lights on the tree have been the last refuge of the magic of the season for many years now.

Our scrawny, apartment sized artificial tree sits there on the coffee table. In the center of a bunch of miniature houses on a field of snowy white. It sounds prettier than it looks in the dark, with its lupine shadows.

But I reach down and find the switch. It flips with a click and a soft orange glow.

I look up at the tree and… Oh, there you are. I’ve missed you.

The lights of the miniature village bathe the snowy felt in warm hues of soft memories, and the pinpricks of tree lights dot gold and pink, blue and red against the shadows. But it’s the star, all lit in warm ambers and purples as it casts its aurora to the cream colored walls, only to be returned in an aura of memory and magic that makes my limbs tingle.

Suddenly, this little dust-smelling man-made letdown of a Christmas tree is beautiful. My heart doesn’t grow three sizes that day, but it does unclench, just a little.

I settle down on the couch to consider the simple joy of light. Here, in the dark with the wolf and all her cares and worries curled affectionately at my feet.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Felicitous Solstice, Happy Kwanzaa, Sparkling Saturnalia, Happy Boxing Day, Marvelous Mōdraniht, Happy Festivus, Joyous Erastide, Happy Holidays….

Whichever your season, and for whatever reason, I bid you peace. May the coming year find you happy, healthy and well.

-Dev

November 14, 2025November 10, 2025

Episode One: The Power of Language

Stardate: 20251027

Intro:

Wow, the very first ‘real’ one. The ‘Hello World’ post. That language, like all language, is important.

Language gives shape to ideas, and ideas aren’t possible without it. The universe, Straczynski wrote, began with a word. But which came first: the word or the thought behind the word? You can’t create language without thought, and you can’t conceive a thought without language, so which created the other, and thus created the universe?

A little meatier than chickens and eggs.

Language is at the core of everything, and language is a power we barely understand. Today, we’re going to talk about language, and why I refuse to moderate mine.

News:

Had an adventure getting Smythings set up. Originally, this started life as a Substack (then I found out about Substack and fled it screaming). and while I’m still looking for a permanent home, for now it’s a blog on my website.

God help me. 😉

In The Library:

I am so excited to get Flame & Claw out to the world. That’s book-related and vaguely library-ish, right? It counts.

I’m not harboring any illusions about how well it’ll do out of the gate. I mean, nobody knows me. This is my debut work and it’s not like I’ve got a big following on the socials or something. I think this is the wall. This point right here is where I feel the defenses around traditional publishing most. Because the imposter syndrome is real.

I’m sitting here hearing all the little voices telling me I will fail. Well, maybe. But the fact is I don’t care. The books will do what they’ll do. I’m tempering my expectations and charging blindly forward. Emotional Support Ice-cream at the ready. 😉

The Good

Let’s get back to language. My wee Nan taught English for YEARS.

Picture Maggie Smith, and you’d be real close. Nan was the undisputed MATRIARCH of our family. Every year, we’d spend either Thanksgiving or some of the week between Christmas and New Years with her.

The year her youngest grandkid turned eighteen, we gathered at her house for Thanksgiving dinner. All of us. Nan, her two children, their spouses, me, my brother, and my Aunt and Uncle’s three kids. Her entire family, all ten of us crammed around one table.

As it happened, it was the last time we were all together. My folks divorced the next year and I moved across the country. My brother passed away two years after that. My cousins scattered to the winds. She couldn’t have known this was going to happen, but Nan was not one to let an opportunity go to waste.

When dinner was ready and steaming on the table, after the blessing was said, Nan rose to her feet. She spoke not a word, but made eye contact with each of us.

And when this diminutive grandmother towered over us all like Everest, when had firm control of all our attention, she uttered a single, clear word.

“Fuck.”

You could have bowled us all over with the swipe of a single feather.

Nan smirked and met our eyes again. I will never forget her next words (yes, she wrote them down). “If I have tried to teach anyone anything,” she said, “it is respect for the power of language. Words have power. Use them wisely and well.”

Then she sat back down and asked my dad to pass the turkey. I will never forget that lesson. So forgive me for not editing the word, I refuse to neuter it’s power.

The Bad

“Oh, don’t use such harsh languages around children!”
“Are they YOUR children?”
“No, but you shouldn’t use foul language around them anyway!”

That idea really grinds my gears. Here’s why.

When you deny language, you’re not only reinforcing guilt for the emotion that prompted said language, you’re dismissing the emotion in the first place. Why is the person cussing? (Note, I don’t say swearing. Because swearing is an oath, or an invocation- not a statement of anger or whatever else prompted the F-bomb in the first place.)

Language, even it’s less appealing sides, is important because it is how we convey thoughts. There’s no such thing as a ‘bad thought’, only bad actions. If, when I stub my toe in a dark hallway, I say something explosive it’s because of the shock and pain. If I’ve received bad news, it may be in response, and because I rather desperately need an emotional bandage.

It’s never the choice of words that should concern someone, it’s the reasons behind that choice.

So, if language is thought, and words have their own power Should one consider the impact of their chosen words?

Absolutely. The reason my we Nan dropped that F-bomb wasn’t to shock us, it was to prove that there is a time and place for powerful language. If one cusses constantly, the words have no power.

The Fugly

Now, lets end on a funny,shall we?

What’s funny about language and specifically cussing?

In the last decade or so, I’ve noticed a rise of creative cuss replacements in various liturature. I’m not talking about Battlestar Galactica’s “Frak” or “Felgercarb”, or the way they used various forms of Chinese to cover English cusses in Firefly.

I mean stuff like the Aurora Rising series, which added such gems as “Son of a Biscuit”, “Holy Cake” and “Mother Custard” to my own personal thesaurus.

It was as an homage to this trend that the main character in Flame and Claw uses “F to the duck” when she gets angry. It’s a bit unwieldy, but always heartfelt. 🙂

And that’s my thoughts. Your Mileage -Will- Vary, and that’s why the world is a great place. We don’t all think alike. How boring would life be if we did?

-Dev

November 7, 2025

Episode Zero! Is that even possible?

Stardate: 20251107

Intro:

Well, hello there. I’m Devlin, call me Dev (please, for the love of god call me Dev, I hate my name). I’ve been writing and drawing for what feels like at least half a century, but despite having gone pro with my art a few years ago, I’ve never published anything.

This is the first issue of what I hope will become a weekly newsletter. For now, I’ve no intention of putting it behind a paywall or anything,. I just want to bring a little thoughtful joy to the inboxes of the world.

News:

I’m holding off on publishing anything until my first trilogy is ready to drop all at once. The series is called “Flame and Claw” and like I said, trilogy.

The first book is ready to go, the second need a cover, and I just got book three back from my amazing editor, Charlie Knight. The good news, is I should be getting it back sometime next month!

In The Library:

This is where I’ll talk about the stories I want to tell, about the books I’ve read recently, anything story/publishing/pop culture that I find interesting.

To that end, I’m kind of at a loss for what to work on next. I’ve got a work-in-progress pile that can better be described as a small mountain, and a lot of it i super exciting to me right now. Everything from Don Bluth inspired epic fantasy, to cozy stories to Anime-infused giant robots in space…. So what do I do next?

The Good

This will be something awesome about the post’s topic that was hopefully introduced in the Intro. That’s what the fancy types call a call-back.

The Bad

Something not awesome about the same thing. Not bad news, but how things can go sour.

The Fugly

Something funny about the topic. I always want to end on a smile, if I can. There’s enough negativity in the world already. It’s not going to improve by adding more.

So, thanks for coming along, and welcome aboard!
-Dev

November 7, 2025

First Post.

(interior, dark room. A door creaks open, spilling in light as someone leans in.)

Is that it? Have I finished pounding this thing into a reasonable approximation of what I wanted my site to be? Did I finally finish checking it on mobile, desktop and tablets? How about those artistic types with the roughly three square-miles of monitor space?

Yeah? It looks good? Did we get all the T’s dotted and the I’s crossed?

Well heck then, let’s get this PUSH THE BUTTON!

(a click, and the theme to ‘The Muppet Show’ begins playing)

Um. Was that the right button? How do I stop this thing….