If you haven’t heard, I’ve added Twitter to the list of social media sites I’ve been kicked off of. Elon can go eat a bag of dicks with his fake ass about it too. No more Blue Check, no more content for them. Thankfully, I was already established at Substack with my Cypher of Hip Hop Articulate Madness blog and just slid over there. It’s completely buckwild, just the way I like it. No censorship so far with micro policing speech. Same assholes that get in their feelings if you say some shit they don’t like are over there though.
There’s been a few changes. One, I’m done writing short stories. It’s exhausting, time consuming, and the high school clique shit just got on my fucking nerves. While I’ve had some really nice offers past the official industry standard of 10-25 dollars per story, I’m tired of arguing about rights, being in anthologies with people that I mutually don’t get along with, and dealing with whether or not the imprint’s going under before I get paid. Fuck that shit.
As the latest censorship saga from the virtue signalers in the shadows wages on, I’ve been hired as the Managing Editor of Black Market Fiction. That Kristin McTiernan’s a real one. Chick might just be as blackballed as I am the way the assholes come for her, but she put me on the masthead over at her magazine, so it’s nice to be behind the scenes, so to speak. Don’t worry though, I haven’t stopped writing.
There’s a erotica novel trilogy, the re-release of Ghosts On The Block Never Sleep and a sci-fi novel coming. Since I’ve had this site I’ve tried a few things here and there, always going back to satire because its peaceful. Howsoever, I have my own platform and was recently self reminded that I can say whatever the fuck I want how I want when I want and where I want. The virtue signalers cannot come here. This is my playground. Fuck around here and truly find out. There is no censorship brigade waiving their flag of cancellation. This is a safe space to say what the fuck I feel if I need to and misspell a word or two if I’m feeling lazy without the alphabet police sending assassins to question my credibility as a writer because they don’t like something or another.
Now here’s a disclaimer. There are millions of books in the world. I’m only going to review that I’ve read that have made an impression on me. I don’t do ARCS anymore, hell, I don’t even put them in my own novels now, so don’t ask. If the book is shit, its shit. I’m not trading reviews for favor. I have no problem checking something out if asked and in a genre of books I like – for instance I don’t like horror and don’t read them – but outside of that nope. Most people don’t have nerve enough to ask me to read their novels anyway, so I’m not worried about that. But I am an avid reader, not just a writer. I can give a bit of love to the people that do what I do and do it damn well like I do.
I’m not a review service. I’m Articulate Madness. It’s just me. I got a shit of work that I do in real life and I get to this as a bit of relaxation. I’m taking the dates off so people don’t lose their shit if it isn’t a plethora of content day in and day out. It’s not just pigeonholed to one genre. If you have trigger warnings on your book my entire post will be to clown you for handicapping your book in political correctness bullshit. If I open it and its not for me I can close the book without warning and YOU CAN TOO. It’s real simple. Watch a YouTube video on how to close a book.
In the meantime can we just talk about how fucking cool it is to see Bea Arthur singing “Black Boys Are Delicious”? Talk about Sesame Street pinball number count levels of awesome. It just gives life. What makes this is her innate ability to sing it like a drunk Ethel Merman off key and still wind back up on the beat! And the jazz thing, the black boys running behind her – all of it is pure gold. Gold I tell you. If that doesn’t do it for you then put your Celine Dion CD back in and let your heart go on the fuck off my page.
This is what a good writer lives for.
Stay tuned.