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.