But why is Jonathon Mast?

I’m not Jonathon Mast.

OK, yeah, I know that “Jonathon Mast” is what appears on all the credits for my fiction. If you click that little “Published Works” tab up there, you’ll find a bunch of stories all credited to that Jon guy. And that’s me.

But that’s not my name.

You see, I use a pen name, and I thought I’d share why I do that, as well as how the heck I ended up with that name. Continue reading “But why is Jonathon Mast?”

A Fair of Authors

Twenty-some authors all penned in a room together.

Sounded dangerous.

It was a local authors’ fair, held at a library not far from my home. Should I go?

Well, I could probably learn a lot about tabling in a smaller venue. That could benefit me greatly for when I start doing it, hopefully within a year or so. See what works, what doesn’t, how to deal with people.

But then again, I didn’t have much money. I didn’t mind not spending money on every author, but I wanted to at least be able to not waste an author’s time on me without having something to offer them – in this case, actually buying a book.

I hemmed.

I hawed.

My wife started loading the kids in the van to go to the library. She rolled her eyes at me when I finally climbed in, too. Continue reading “A Fair of Authors”

I’m Never Reading Again

I can’t read books anymore.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I’m currently reading Love, Lies & Hocus Pocus book 2 by Lydia Sherrer and enjoying it. Before that I ripped through a beta read for a friend that I enjoyed. (I tend not to rip through books I don’t enjoy.) Before that I read Space Drifters book 1 by Paul Regnier. And before that…

(Incidentally, both books I linked above I highly recommend. I can’t recommend the other book yet since it’s not published. Well, I could, but it wouldn’t help you at all.)

But you get the point. I’m still reading allthebooks.

But I can’t read them anymore. Continue reading “I’m Never Reading Again”

Happily Ever…?

Geez, two new stories published this week, both with not-happy endings? What’s up with that? Am I really that dour? Do I hate happiness? Do I find sweet endings to be distasteful? Am I just a sourpuss?

Honestly, it’s just that those were two of the stories that happened to get bought. If you look at my other published works, you’ll find that in general I do enjoy happy endings.

Sort of. Continue reading “Happily Ever…?”