Author Archives: scottmacmann

Well, the Solstice is upon us yet again. 2019 version. And a perfect segue to remind you (or inform you) that my novel Winter Solstice, an eclectic and trippy romp set in a slightly warped 1970’s mid-America (I mean, the 1970’s were already warped) pitting NAZIs versus spies versus corporate robots versus college students. ThereContinue reading “Happy Solstice”

Something that I am painfully aware of is that I am, in my own little bubble, an entertainer. It is sometimes difficult in my own mind to separate my public persona from my real self. That my public persona is sometimes inserted in place of the real self. And in this process I am notContinue reading “Painfully aware”

Old intel report lingo. Nothing significant to report. NSTR. I got a sentence down tonight. Wow. But more importantly I moved several planned scenes around (Scrivener rocks) based on lengthy ponders earlier today while getting weekend chores accomplished.  There’s a rule that says you shouldn’t introduce something until the reader absolutely needs to know it,Continue reading “NSTR: Nothing Significant to Report”

Went to Springfield, Ohio’s Wittenberg University today with a couple of writer colleagues for an event, and as we wrapped things up a review of the calendar shows we have twenty (20) weeks until our next event: Gem City Comic Con in Dayton, Ohio. And you think to yourself: Self. Twenty weeks is a greatContinue reading “20 weeks till GemCity? It will be here quickly.”

Far out. Winter Solstice, my trippy, 70’s novel pitting NAZIs against spies against corporate robots against college students is five years old. Really, it’s forty years old when you think about it. That first draft was finished in 1979. I have a friend who insists I must have been on drugs writing it, but IContinue reading “My debut novel turns 5”

There is, I think, something amazing, yet also sad, about us. How alone we really are. How we gather things around us to create the impression that is otherwise. Recently we observed the Thanksgiving holiday. It was good, you know. Sorta. I have a great deal of loss in my life that rears itself atContinue reading “#Thanksgiving #Loss”

I almost sent a text message to a friend. It’s a friend whose name I heard in a snippet. Overheard really. And the snippet suggested maybe they aren’t doing so well. The snippet suggested in that smug — oh I would never have a problem, oh no, never me, but let me tell you aboutContinue reading “I almost sent a message”

A few quick thoughts before sleep takes me. As much as I would like to put Novel #2 in the can, it has resisted this. I and my stable of developmental gurus seem to agree that we are close, but we continue to discuss edits. Adjust this. Add some of this. etc. While shaving thisContinue reading “And yet still #amediting”

What’s this? Reviewing middle grade literature? Let me explain. One of the great benefits of being in a writing community is the opportunity to make friends with other writers and expand one’s universe by reading genres that you would not normally. Such is the case with Panda Girl by Jeri Maynard. A month ago atContinue reading “Review: Panda Girl by Jeri Maynard”

This past week my last living uncle died. Uncle Ted was really old; nearly 100. With his passing I now have no living grandparents, parents, or parent siblings in my life. All dead.  Kinda weird, you know. I mean, I don’t know, it’s not like I had talked to Uncle Ted in the last… 30Continue reading “#orphan #writing #mesmerized”