I’ve spent several years writing articles in various forms, from regular business newsletter content to historically researched creative nonfiction, some practical, like my book for newbie filmmakers. Make, Finish Repeat, the clearest filmmaking guide you’ll ever own, some reflective, and some meant to clarify things for others, such as Digital Liberation for Intentional Minimalist.
But lately, every time I sat down to write a new book or article, something in me hesitated, not out of fear or doubt, that part is long gone, but out of a growing sense that the form no longer fits the way I think or the way I want to speak.
Part of it comes from a small but persistent irritation: it’s the way so many articles begin with a sweeping we. We as a society… We all feel… We must understand… As Canadians, we … And the even worse; on behalf of such as On behalf of all Americans … all men, all women, you get the drift.
It’s a tone that tries to speak for everyone, even when the writer is really only ever speaking for themselves. It’s not new, but it’s become so common that it feels like a default PC posture, one that flattens nuance and replaces genuine voice with a kind of borrowed authority.
I don’t want to write like that. I don’t want to pretend I’m speaking for anyone but myself.
Fiction, on the other hand, has never asked me to do this.
It doesn’t require some imaginary consensus.
It doesn’t demand that I represent a demographic or a movement to feel validity.
It lets me explore ideas through characters who contradict each other, who fail, and who arrive happily, who reveal truths sideways instead of head‑on. Fiction gives me room to breathe, to imagine, to be honest without claiming impossible universality.
And honestly, I’ve always admired the writers who do this best. The eldritch architects of cosmic dread, the pioneers of modern sci‑fi, the strange and brilliant voices of weird fiction, they all manage to say something true without ever resorting to the phrase “my truth.” They don’t need slogans. Their stories carry actual truth the way great comedy does: indirectly, sharply, sometimes uncomfortably, but always with a kind of integrity that can’t be faked.
That’s the kind of “truth” I want and will return to.
So, this will be my first and last “article” here. From this point on, this space is for fiction — strange, personal, mythic, speculative, whatever shape it needs to take. It’s where my voice feels most like my own, and where I can offer something real without pretending to speak for anyone else, even if no one ever reads it.
If you’re here for that journey, welcome. Let’s step into some stories.
For now, find early samples from my upcoming short story anthology release on Wattpad.
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