Saturday, September 24, 2016

J.S. versus B.D.S.

It's been a rather eventful couple of weeks on Bryce Land, which have been getting in the way of certain websites receiving their blog posts, but eh, what are you going to do? The Outhouse, Tongue Huggers, and Tales of Timeless Springs have all been getting their due when I'm not at the desk job, but as I've said before, when a new video game enters my life, writing kind of slows down a bit.

This has been happening.

I've also been giving the nonfiction stuff more attention for the simple fact that I've been trying to push my career outside of novels in the direction of writing as well. I enjoy my current job and I'm very interested in the opportunities that it's laying in path, but just as I'm trying to launch Bryce David Salazar's career, I'm also trying to launch that other guy's career. Which is a bit weird considering we're the same person and neither name is technically a pseudonym, because sometimes Catholic Mexicans want to make sure to fill the entire line on the birth certificate. But it does feel like duel careers and I sometimes wonder if maybe I should try molding the two together, you know? Why not gently put a pillow over the other guy's head as he sleeps and wait for him to take the long nap, and then change everything he's written to "by Bryce David Salazar" to make it clear we're one person?

I mean, it's not exactly a secret so I don't know why I should bother with the metaphorical homicide. Just read the bio given to me at The Outhouse:


Jacob Sailor? More like Jacob Seamen, amirite? Anyway... Jacob Sailor is the author of She Sees Metaphors (written as Bryce David Salazar) and co-host of the podcast We Write Weird Shit. You can find out more about him at

Pretty simple to understand. No real drama involved. (Although because of the name Salazar, I am waiting for the day to come in which I am accused of cultural appropriation. Because if there's one thing a certain demo of white people in the great nation of the USA love to do, it's inform me that I am not actually of Mexican descent. Doesn't matter that my mother is Mexican. I don't check off enough boxes for my heritage to count, and they would know. They took Spanish classes and their rich parents paid for them to visit Mexico. So it would be in everyone's best interests if I stop offending their liberal sensibilities and stop announcing that you can trace my lineage back to Mexico. Which is all I'm really doing, however they seem to believe I have zero idea just how white I actually am. I'll step off the soap box now.)

So anyways, yes, this is where I'm at in life. Trying to make a writing career out of two separate names that all tie together because #CatholicMexicans exist. 

Also, here's a lovely, lovely quote photo from Jon James to promote She Sees Metaphors.

I like his coat.

Fuck, I'm out of coffee. Gotta run.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Guess Who's Back? Back Again? Bryce Is Back. Tell a Friend.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Apologies, life has a way of growing selfish and demanding one's full attention. But that's okay, things are calming down. And in this calm, I present to you..


I am published once again! And this time through a legit publisher, not just me going through Createspace. Which is still legit, but it's not... I don't know. It's just nice to have my name under a publishing house's label. After the whole crazy journey this novel has gone through, it felt incredible to hold it in my hands again. And the new design is absolutely incredible.

So what else is new?
I dunno.

Anyone who has worked in the Capital City's neighboring college town can tell you that when you work there in the summer, you're going to face some financial strain. So I took the liberty of getting a second job so that when the time came I would still be up shit creek, but I would have a paddle. It hasn't been fun. Working six to seven days a week to just have enough money to pay your bills and eat while the more privileged in our society struggle to understand that level of exhaustion when you say you need a break is...


But there have been some wonderful moments. The hippy and I have settled into our new home, a beautiful house with three bedrooms and a lawn big enough to attract some attention when I forget to mow it. I've found a job in my degree field (Communications) that allows me to put these skills to use. I call myself a Bakery Administrative Assistant, but if it's easier you may call me a secretary. 

You wish. ;)

I've also been writing comic book reviews for The Outhouse. It's been a wonderful experience and I look forward to continuing to write reviews for them, in exchange for a little bit of money and a lot of free comic books to read. You will find me in their list of staff profiles. Just look for Jacob Sailor, which if you didn't already know, is the rest of my rather long name.

Still a thing.

Jon and I still fuck around with the podcast, and have been outlining a story for the much, much delayed second season. I'll take some blame for it. Two jobs, a writing gig and an internship make it difficult to record a podcast. Oh, yes, speaking of...

I'm basically Peggy Olson.

I've written copy for several flavors of hot sauce from Tongue Huggers, a delicious brand of hot sauce that my brother keeps bugging me to share with him. You can learn about them here.

And that's about it for now. I just wrapped up a thirteen day stretch of work, which occurred fresh off the heels of one day off to separate it from the sixteen day stretch that proceeded it. I'm tired. I'm ready for this weekend. The hippy and I have both days off and will be spending the time together at a wedding and watching Trigun, which both of us are watching now for the first time.

Better late than never.

And so with that, I leave you now, Reader. Trigun and season two of Narcos ain't gonna watch themselves, ya know?

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