Daniel Verastiqui

It's election season here in Texas (and elsewhere, I assume), so that means every time my son, Matador, turns on the YouTube, he has to watch a political ad from Greg Abbott about how Democrats are destroying the state because, as you know, they have been…

There's a part of my brain that laments the routines of fatherhood, especially at the end of the day.

Reposted from March of 2021 I have two types of memories when it comes to my father telling me bedtime stories.

I've spent the last month working with a small group of dedicated readers on the alpha read of my next book, tentatively titled Maybe This One Will Sell.

Here's how I like to imagine the story goes.

It wasn't always like this.

Author's Note: One of the sillier ideas I had for a Xronixle sequel was to signify the change by expanding the character names from one letter to two.

From Open House to Sold House of Nepenthe launched on June 2, 2026 to roaring applause and adulation from my children who dutifully read from the scripts I prepared for them.

When it comes to meeting other writers on the internet, I'd characterize the relationship as it's complicated.

I've been a fan of Novlr for a long time, and anytime I see a piece from Pamela land in my inbox, I set my work Slack status to ⛔AFK BRB BBQ and dig in.

Sometime in the greatest decade of human history (the 1980s), a low-grade existential guilt began to creep into the American bathroom.

There is a small subset of people in this country who don't recognize the comedic genius of Pauly Shore's work in the 1990s, and if you happen to be in that camp, I'd like you to stop reading right now, as I don't want to risk bringing any joy into your c…

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