So, I’ve been a bit like a ghost lately, haven’t I? One of those mysterious ones that leaves a cold spot in the room but forgets to actually say anything interesting. I’m sorry for the radio silence! My keyboard has been feeling pretty lonely, and honestly, so have I.

The truth is, my body decided to throw a massive tantrum. It’s not just a standard “slept on my neck wrong” situation—it’s more of a major health setback that needs some pretty aggressive treatment over the next couple of months. Imagine a very annoying, very persistent alarm clock that you can’t find the snooze button for. That’s been my physical state lately. It smells like antiseptic and tastes like those chalky vitamins your mom used to make you eat, and frankly, I’m over it.

What This Means for the Books

Because I’ll be busy fighting this particular dragon, I might not be popping up here quite as often as I’d like. And—please don’t throw your shoes at me—but the next book might be delayed just a tiny bit. I know, I know! I can hear the collective sigh from here.

But look, I’m still writing. Even when I’m feeling like a soggy piece of toast, my brain is still whirring away at the plot. Sometimes the best ideas come when you’re staring at a beige ceiling, right? My gay lead characters are still getting into trouble in my head, and I’m scribbling notes whenever I can find a pen that actually works. I’m hoping to use this blog as a bit of a tether to the real world, so I’ll try to post more often if my energy levels decide to cooperate.

Staying Positive (Mostly)

I’m trying to keep things light, even if I’m currently losing a wrestling match with a hospital gown. There’s something kind of funny about being told to “rest” when your mind is busy building entire haunted cities or figuring out who killed the guy in the library with a poisoned knitting needle.

I really appreciate you guys sticking around while I get back on my feet. Your messages mean a lot, seriously. They’re better than the weird lime gelatin they keep trying to feed me.

I’ll keep you posted as things move along.

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So I just finished Somewhere in Nowhere by Steven Gellman (published in 2026, and yes, I would like to personally thank whoever decided to put this story into the world), and I’m still carrying that weird mix of happy/sad/fearful-for-teen-boys-on-new-schedules.

This book is basically: what if senior year is already hard, you move towns, you’re figuring out your sexuality, and your anxiety… shows up as an actual alien in your stomach trying to murder you. Like, no pressure. 

And somehow it’s not just a quirky gimmick—it’s so relatable that I felt my own stomach do that “ugh” drop whenever Simon’s stress ramps up.

Simon Bugg: the main character I wanted to put in my pocket

Simon Bugg starts senior year feeling like the universe is one wrong move away from humiliating him in front of everyone. He’s got anxiety that’s loud and physical, and on top of that his life is complicated in the most teenager way possible: he’s trying to stay “him” while also not letting people decide what his identity “means.”

The plot kicks off hard when his mom (Lindsey) lands a dream job and the family moves to Rockville. Simon is leaving behind the friends he actually knows how to be around. New school = new everything. New cafeteria energy. New awkward walkways. New people who don’t know your history and will absolutely judge you based on vibes alone.

And then Simon meets PJ in drama class, and—because this is a queer story and also because romance in teen brains is feral—things get intense fast.

Simon’s brain is the kind that overthinks everything: what people think, what he feels, whether he’s “allowed” to want things, whether his feelings make him too different from who he wants to be. Sometimes he’s a little sheltered in a way that made me go “buddy, you’ve never heard of anxiety before?” but honestly… that’s also real. Some people go through life without having language for what’s happening until it hits them in the face. Or in his case: 11:22 pm in the form of an alien attacker.

The alien in his stomach (aka anxiety, but make it sci-fi)

I actually loved how the book handles Simon’s anxiety as an alien. It’s funny, gross, and terrifying in that “why is my own body acting like this” way.

It also makes the stakes feel personal. This isn’t just “Simon is anxious.” It’s “Simon is being hunted from the inside, and he has to pretend he’s fine because everyone expects him to be fine.” That combination? Brutal. But it worked for me.

When the story starts revealing what’s really going on (and how the nightly attacks connect to everything), I felt like the book was taking Simon seriously—like his fear and panic weren’t random, they were information. Bad information, but still information.

PJ: sweet, supportive, and secretly dealing with a whole lot

PJ is the kind of character that makes you want to be like, “Okay, yes, I will be normal around you,” and then immediately realize that’s impossible because you’re a human who has feelings.

He’s out at school, he’s warm, he gets Simon’s nervous energy, and he shows up in a way that feels gentle instead of pushy. I also really liked that PJ isn’t just “the love interest.” He has his own real life problems, especially at home, where his queerness isn’t treated like it’s real. More like: phase until further notice.

And yes, there’s a part where Simon panics and derails a date in spectacular fashion. I felt that. Not the alien part. The other part. The “I like you and now I’m scared and I just made it weird” part. Simon’s reactions are messy but believable, and PJ’s feelings aren’t treated like they’re optional. That matters.

Honestly, if I’m being totally honest, PJ was probably my favorite character. I just wanted to scoop him up and protect him from the kind of disappointment that usually shows up in books when you’re rooting for someone.

Secondary characters: beautifully rendered, not just background noise

One of my biggest compliments for this book is that the secondary characters don’t feel like decorative NPCs. They feel like people.

• Hector is an early mentor figure for Simon (and yes, that “older gay barista who sees you” energy is socomforting). He becomes a big-brother-ish presence in a way that doesn’t feel fake or performative. You can tell he’s there because he cares, not because the plot needs him.
• Mags and Neel (Simon’s original friends) are memorable in different ways. Neel cracks me up because he’s got this… rocket-fueled energy whenever girls come up. Mags, though? I didn’t vibe with her as much. Her personality reads like “bossy and righteous” even when her family situation seems genuinely loving. It left me slightly side-eyeing her choices and attitudes the entire time.
• Lindsey and Carole (Simon’s moms) are the emotional center of a lot of the story. You can feel how much they love him, and you can also feel the stress and strain of adult life trying to land in a household with a teen who’s falling apart in slow motion. Lindsey’s work situation and Carole’s vibe are different flavors of caring, and I liked how the book let them both be complicated instead of turning them into perfect cardboard parents.
• Daniel (Simon’s dad) could’ve been a throwaway “deadbeat who magically improves” character, but the book gives him more texture. He shows up late and imperfect, but he’s also not totally absent—he’s part of what shaped Simon’s understanding of relationships and safety.
• Aunt Sarah and Brian? Yeah, Brian is exactly as gross as you think he is. Like, from first mention I was already ready to throw hands. Aunt Sarah felt harder to read—there’s a vibe of someone who’s coping in a way that doesn’t include being emotionally kind. The book hints at more, and I’ll admit I wanted a clearer explanation of some choices, especially around silence and what people refuse to say out loud.
• Paul and Laticia add a lot of warmth and realism. Paul especially feels like a character whose neurodivergence isn’t used as a “funny trait,” it’s part of his way of existing and connecting. Laticia is softer, shy, and still sorting herself out—which made her feel real instead of “perfect side character energy.”

And I really appreciated that the book doesn’t treat Simon like he’s the only person with a full interior life. Everybody else has history, opinions, tension, sweetness. It makes the whole world feel lived-in.

The pacing: some bits move fast, some bits slow down (and it’s noticeable)

Now, I’ll be fair: the pacing can feel a little uneven. There were sections where it felt like we were doing normal life stuff—laundry, conversations, everyday moments—and I could feel the plot chill for a second. Other times, once Simon realizes he’s into PJ, the emotions and obsession spiral so quickly it can feel like you’re getting sprinted into romance before your brain’s fully caught up.

But even with that, I didn’t stop reading. I was too invested in Simon’s emotional survival to bail.

What the book made me feel

This book really does the thing where you start out with humor and weirdness and then—surprise—you’re hit with grief and fear and the messy truth that “moving forward” is not a straight line.

It made me feel protective of Simon. It also made me angry on his behalf at the moments where people misread him or act like his identity is a convenience problem. There’s also a tenderness to the way the support system grows over time: different people, different types of help, and Simon learning how to accept it without feeling like he has to earn basic care.

Also: I loved that the book includes crisis resources not just for the USA, but for Canada and the UK too. That small detail told me the author/book team actually thought about real readers, not just imaginary “audience.”

My final take

Somewhere in Nowhere is a coming-of-age story with romance, friendship, grief, anxiety, and a genuinely creative way of making internal fear visible (the alien thing is honestly the best metaphor I’ve seen in a while). It’s funny in places, heartbreaking in others, and the secondary cast is one of its biggest strengths.

If you like queer YA that feels like it could’ve come from someone’s real life—like conversations you’d overhear in a hallway, panic you’d recognize, love that makes no sense but still matters—then I think you’ll have a good time here.

This book will be released on April 14th but you can preorder it now.

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I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stopped reading a book, stared at the page, and muttered, “No one talks like this.” You know the feeling. The words are technically fine. The grammar behaves. The punctuation minds its manners. And yet… the characters sound like they’re reading cue cards under fluorescent lights.

Dialogue can do that. It can look alive on the page and still feel dead in your ear.

So today I want to talk shop. Not from a podium. From the chair across the table, coffee cooling, pen tapping. Let’s talk about how to make characters sound like actual people instead of well-behaved instruction manuals.

The First Test: Say It Out Loud (Yes, Really)

I know, I know. Reading your own dialogue aloud feels silly. I still do it. I still glance around the room like someone might catch me mid-sentence.

Do it anyway.

Your mouth knows things your eyes don’t. If a line trips your tongue, that line needs help. If you have to take a breath halfway through a sentence that a character supposedly says in one go, that’s a clue.

Stiff version:

“I do not believe this plan will succeed, and I think we should reconsider our options.”

Human version:

“I don’t think this is going to work. Maybe we should try something else.”

Shorter. Messier. Easier to say without sounding like you’re addressing a committee.

People Dodge. People Stall. People Talk Sideways.

Real conversations wobble. Folks avoid answers. They circle topics like cats around a suspicious box.

A lot of robotic dialogue comes from characters responding too cleanly.

Too neat:

“Did you steal the money?”
“Yes, I did.”

That’s an interrogation transcript, not a conversation.

Looser:

“Did you steal the money?”
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of the table. “Is that what this is about?”

Now we’ve got motion. Avoidance. A tiny emotional leak.

When someone asks a hard question, most people don’t sprint straight into the truth. They poke the floor first.

Let Characters Interrupt Each Other

Perfect turn-taking screams “written.” Real talk bumps elbows.

Polished:

“I was thinking about leaving town,” she said.
“Why would you do that?” he asked.

Closer to life:

“I was thinking about leaving town.”
“Wait—what?”

Interruptions create energy. They show comfort, tension, impatience. Silence has weight too. A character not responding can speak louder than a paragraph of explanation.

Give Each Character a Verbal Habit

Not a gimmick. A rhythm.

One character uses short bursts. Another rambles. Someone else asks questions instead of making statements. A fourth never answers the thing you asked.

Picture a dinner table. Everyone sounds different. Dialogue should reflect that.

Same information, different voices:

“You’re late.”
“Traffic was a nightmare.”

versus

“You’re late.”
“I know, I know—don’t start. The whole city decided to stop breathing at once.”

Same point. Different pulse.

Cut the Explaining They’d Never Say

Characters don’t narrate their own lives to people who already know them. That’s a fast way to flatten a scene.

Clunky:

“As you know, my brother and I have not spoken since our argument five years ago.”

Nobody says that. Ever.

Better:

“You really think I’m calling him after what happened last time?”

Now the history sits between the lines, right where it belongs.

If a sentence starts to sound like it’s leaning toward the reader instead of the other character, trim it.

Use Filler Words—Just Not Too Many

People say “uh,” “well,” “I mean,” and “you know.” Sprinkle them with care. Too many and the page gets sticky. Too few and the voice gets stiff.

Overcooked:

“Well, I mean, I just think, you know, that maybe—well—this isn’t great.”

Balanced:

“I mean… this isn’t great.”

One small stumble sells the moment without turning it into a traffic jam.

Let Emotion Skew the Sentence

When people feel things, their sentences warp. They trail off. They snap. They repeat themselves.

Flat:

“I am angry that you lied to me.”

Alive:

“You lied to me. You looked right at me and did it.”

Short lines can hit hard. Repetition adds heat. Clean grammar can wait outside.

Eavesdrop (In a Non-Creepy Way)

Some of the best dialogue lessons come from listening. Coffee shops. Buses. Grocery store aisles. People talk in fragments. They jump tracks mid-thought. They contradict themselves without noticing.

I keep a little notebook for phrases that feel real. Not whole conversations. Just bits. Half-sentences. Weird turns of phrase. Later, those bits sneak into characters who need them.

Final Gut Check

Before you move on from a scene, ask one question:
Would I believe this if I heard it through a wall?

If the answer hesitates, tweak the lines. Let them breathe. Let them misbehave a little.

Dialogue isn’t about sounding smart. It’s about sounding true.

And yeah—when it works, it feels magic. When it doesn’t, your characters start blinking like malfunctioning appliances. None of us want that.

Dark family secrets. An uncle who knows too much. A boy who can’t ignore what he sees. Nick’s Awakening is the start of a paranormal journey where every answer comes with a new haunting. Grab your copy HERE

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Let’s talk about endings. The part of the book where readers are tired, emotionally exposed, and holding a mug of cold coffee they forgot about three chapters ago. This is where things either land softly… or bounce off the wall and leave a dent.

I’ve finished books feeling quietly stunned, staring at the wall like I just lived a whole other life. I’ve also finished books and thought, Wait. That’s it? The kind of ending that makes you flip back a page to see if something’s missing. Or worse, makes you consider a light toss of the book onto the couch with just enough force to feel judgmental.

I’ve written both kinds. So let me save you some grief.

The Ending Is a Promise You’ve Been Making the Whole Time

Here’s the thing I had to learn the hard way: endings don’t start at the last chapter. They start on page one.

If your book opens by asking a question—Who did this? Will they survive? Can love survive this mess?—your ending needs to answer that question. Not every side issue. Not every loose thread tied into a neat bow. Just the core thing you asked the reader to care about.

Readers are incredibly forgiving people. They’ll go along with ghosts, time jumps, unreliable narrators, and questionable life choices. What they don’t forgive is feeling tricked.

If your story promised emotional payoff and you dodge it at the end, they’ll notice. Oh, they’ll notice.

Don’t Confuse “Surprise” With “Random”

I love a twist. I love being surprised. I also love lamps that don’t fall from the ceiling for no reason.

A good ending can surprise the reader while still making sense once they sit with it. The kind where they think, Oh… yeah. That tracks. The clues were there. The emotional groundwork was laid. You didn’t yank the rug out, you gently turned it sideways.

If the ending could be swapped with something completely different and nothing else in the book would change, that’s a warning sign.

Surprise works best when it feels earned, not when it feels like the author panicked at chapter twenty-seven.

Emotional Closure Beats Plot Perfection

This one took me a while to accept.

Readers care more about how the ending feels than whether every detail lines up like a spreadsheet. They want to know where the characters land emotionally. Who changed. Who didn’t. Who paid a price. Who finally told the truth.

I’ve forgiven messy logistics in endings that left me emotionally satisfied. I’ve also side-eyed perfectly tidy endings that felt hollow.

Ask yourself this: when the last page ends, what emotion do I want lingering in the room? Relief. Sadness. Hope. Unease. A mix of things that sit quietly together.

If you can answer that, you’re already ahead.

Let the Ending Breathe

One of the most common mistakes I see—and yes, I’ve done it—is rushing the final moments.

You just dragged the reader through a storm. Give them a moment to stand still afterward.

That doesn’t mean a long epilogue explaining everyone’s future career choices. It means space. A quiet scene. A line that lands clean. A final image that sticks.

Some of my favorite endings are small. A character sitting alone. A door closing. A hand unclenching. A sound fading out.

Big endings don’t always need fireworks. Sometimes they need silence.

Avoid the Sudden Personality Rewrite

If your character has spent 300 pages being cautious, bitter, or guarded, they can change—but they can’t turn into a completely different person overnight.

Growth should feel like growth, not possession.

When an ending asks a character to act out of character, readers feel it immediately. It’s like hearing a familiar voice suddenly sound wrong. The spell breaks.

Change works best when it feels like the next logical step, even if it’s painful or incomplete.

And yes, incomplete is allowed.

Know When to Stop Typing

This is my personal struggle. I love a final sentence. I also love adding one more thought after that final sentence.

Resist.

When you find the line that feels like the door closing, stop touching it. Don’t add an echo. Don’t explain it. Trust the reader to sit with it.

The right ending line has weight. You can feel it in your chest. It doesn’t need backup singers.

A Quick Gut Check Before You Call It Done

Before you declare victory, try this:

• Read only the last chapter by itself. Does it still work?
• Ask what the story was truly about. Does the ending speak to that?
• Picture a reader closing the book. What expression do they have?

If the answer is “confused but not in a fun way,” keep going.

If the answer is “quiet, thoughtful, maybe a little wrecked,” you’re close.

Oh…And One Last Thing (And I Mean This With Love)

Do NOT end your book on a cliffhanger.

I’m not talking about leaving a few threads loose or hinting that life goes on. I mean don’t stop the story in the middle of a scene like the power went out. Don’t freeze-frame the action and slap a “To Be Continued” on it like that somehow counts as an ending.

People are paying for a whole story when they buy a book. Not a portion. Not a teaser. Not a narrative down payment.

If I finish a novel and realize the author just… stopped, my trust is gone. Full stop. I don’t feel curious—I feel played. And once that happens, I’m done. I won’t buy the sequel. I won’t give the author another chance. Life’s too short and my reading pile is already judging me from across the room.

Series can absolutely have ongoing arcs. They can leave room for more trouble, more questions, more mess. That’s fine. Great, even. But this story—the one I just spent hours with—needs to reach some kind of emotional and narrative landing.

Endings should feel like a door closing, not like the book slipped out of your hands.

If you want readers to come back for book two, give them satisfaction first. Let them trust you. Let them feel taken care of.

Cliffhangers don’t build loyalty. They burn it.

So yeah…

Endings are hard. They’re supposed to be. They ask you to commit. To choose meaning. To stop hedging and say, This is what it was all for.

And when it works? When a reader sits there a minute longer than they meant to?

That’s the good stuff.

What do you do when your relationship is already in trouble… and then you move into a house haunted by a young man who died there? A Touch of Cedar – grab your copy HERE

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I’ve been thinking about found family again. This happens to me a lot, usually late at night, house quiet, the hum of the fridge doing its lonely little song. My brain drifts to the people who showed up when life felt thin. Not related by blood. No shared last name. Just… chosen. Kept. Held close.

Found family has followed me through my life and into my writing, like a shadow that refuses to leave. I’m glad it doesn’t.

The People Who Picked Me (And Let Me Pick Them)

I didn’t grow up with some big cinematic moment where strangers locked eyes and became inseparable. It was messier than that. Found family, at least for me, came together in pieces. A coworker who noticed I always stayed late and started waiting so we could walk out together. A friend who learned my coffee order without asking. Someone who sat on my kitchen floor with me after a bad phone call, eating cold pizza straight from the box.

None of this felt dramatic at the time. It felt normal. Comfortable. Safe.

That’s the thing about found family: it sneaks up on you. One day you’re just hanging out, trading jokes, passing time. Next thing you know, they’re the person you text first when something goes wrong. Or right.

I still remember one winter evening when everything smelled like wet wool and city slush. We’d ducked into a diner to escape the cold. Vinyl booths cracked from age. Coffee strong enough to bite back. We sat there for hours, talking about nothing and everything. Bills. Books. Old hurts. New hopes. I walked home feeling lighter, like my shoulders had finally dropped an inch.

No paperwork required. No obligations carved in stone. Just choice.

Why Found Family Hits Harder for Me

I won’t pretend blood family doesn’t matter. It does. For many people, it’s solid and loving and grounding. For others, it’s complicated. Or painful. Or distant. Sometimes all three.

Found family gave me room to breathe. Room to grow into myself without explaining every step. These were people who met me where I stood, not where I’d been told to stand.

There’s a quiet power in that. A relief you feel in your chest.

I think that’s why I keep circling back to this idea. Found family says: you are allowed to build something new. You’re allowed to decide who gets access to your softer parts. You’re allowed to stay.

On the Page, Found Family Becomes a Promise

When I write, found family shows up whether I invite it or not. It sneaks into scenes. It settles into dialogue. Characters lean on each other in ways they didn’t expect. Bonds form under pressure. People choose loyalty even when walking away would feel easier.

I love writing those moments. A character offering a spare key. Someone standing guard outside a hospital room at 3 a.m., shoes off, back against the wall. Shared meals. Shared secrets. Shared silence.

Found family in fiction feels like a promise to the reader. A quiet one. It says: you don’t have to face this alone. Not here.

Maybe that’s sentimental. I’m fine with that.

The Risk of Choosing Each Other

Choosing people carries risk. Anyone who’s been burned knows that. Trust can break. People leave. Sometimes they stay and still hurt you. Found family doesn’t come with guarantees.

Still, I choose it.

I choose the late-night conversations that smell like tea and tiredness. I choose the laughter that spills out when it shouldn’t. I choose the awkward pauses and the shared looks that say, “Yeah, I get it.”

Writing about found family lets me explore that risk in a way that feels honest. Characters mess up. They argue. They disappoint each other. Then they decide what matters more. That choice, repeated again and again, feels deeply human.

Why I’m Not Letting This Go

Found family shaped me. It taught me how to stay open. How to listen. How to show up for people who aren’t required to love me and choose to anyway.

That belief carries over to the page. Every time I write a scene where strangers become something more, I’m honoring the people who did that for me. I’m saying thank you in the only way I know how.

I still believe in found family. In real life. In fiction. In the quiet spaces where people meet and decide, “You’re mine. I’m here.”

That belief keeps me writing. It keeps me hopeful. It keeps me connected.

And yeah, I’m sticking with it.

A scrap of forbidden music.
A ghost who won’t stop playing.
And a detective who knows the dead don’t linger without reason.

When impossible sheet music draws Lucien Knight back into the supernatural world he tried to escape, he finds himself investigating haunted musicians, a vanished maestro, and dark secrets buried inside New York’s most prestigious opera house.

Some melodies were never meant to be played.

Grab your copy HERE

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So. Hi. Hello from the frozen north.

I’m sitting here with a mug of coffee that keeps going cold way too fast, the radiator clicking like it has opinions, and my weather app insisting it’s –8° outside. Negative. Eight. That’s not weather—that’s a personal attack. The upside? I have absolutely nowhere to be. Which means I’ve been holed up, fingers flying, tapping away at the keyboard like it’s my job. (It is. Convenient.)

The big thing looming right now—looming in a good way, the way a stage curtain does before it goes up—is that the clock is officially ticking toward the launch of book three in the Lucien Knight series.

The Haunted Speakeasy hits shelves on February 10th, and I’m equal parts excited and jittery in that way that makes you reorganize your desk instead of doing anything productive for five minutes. If you missed the announcement post, it’s right here:
 https://rogerhyttinen.com/the-haunted-speakeasy-is-available-for-preorder/

And if you’re the preorder-now, worry-later type (my people), you can grab it here:
 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GC9NSF7L

This one has been living in my head for a while now. Dark corners, bad decisions, and a ghost who does not believe in polite conversation. Lucien’s in deeper than ever, and honestly? I’m having a blast putting him there.

Beyond launch prep, I’ve been steadily chopping away at the rest of the Lucien Knight series. Some days it’s smooth, some days it’s like pulling sentences out of wet cement, but progress is progress. The cold helps. When it’s this frigid, writing starts to feel like the only reasonable life choice. The city outside goes quiet, the windows frost over, and all that’s left is the soft hum of the room and whatever trouble I’ve decided to drop Lucien into next.

And—because I apparently lack self-control—I’ve also started sketching out ideas for a brand-new series. I know. I know. I can hear you sighing from here. But this is how my brain works: one project happily marching along, another one peeking around the corner, tapping me on the shoulder like, “Hey, you awake? I’ve got thoughts.” I’m not committing to anything yet, but the notes are there, scribbled in the margins, waiting their turn.

Okay. Deep breath.

Now let’s get to the roundup!

Some Things I Thought Were Worth Sharing

Great tips on making the pitch a writer’s selling point — practical, clear, and exactly what you need when your story deserves to be heard. https://writersinthestormblog.com/2026/01/ways-to-make-the-pitch-a-writers-selling-point/

Loved this piece on the work behind the writing — how day jobs, routines, and real life shape the stories we tell. https://lithub.com/the-work-behind-the-writing-on-writers-and-their-day-jobs/

Did you catch any of these unsung LGBTQ films of the year? Critics share their favorites—hidden gems and must-see queer cinema. https://www.queerty.com/did-you-see-any-of-these-unsung-lgbtq-films-of-the-year-critics-reveal-their-favorites-20260115/

Your next gay smut obsession? The Charm Offensive is being turned into a movie with a queer star attached — very exciting news for queer romance fans! https://www.queerty.com/your-next-gay-smut-obsession-romance-novel-the-charm-offensive-is-being-turned-into-a-movie-with-this-queer-star-20260115/

This guide to speech-to-text apps for writers is super helpful — great tools to speed up drafting, beat writer’s block, or give your fingers a break. https://thewritepractice.com/speech-to-text-apps-for-write

Just read this great breakdown on building your story’s climax — clear, practical advice for turning tension up and giving your ending real punch. https://thewritepractice.com/climax-build/

Connor Storrie stopped by The Today Show and opened up about what the Heated Rivalry role really challenged him on — from mental clarity amid the craze to learning key aspects of the character. https://greginhollywood.com/connor-storrie-visits-the-today-show-and-reveals-toughest-part-of-heated-rivalry-role-249189

Trailer alert! Pillion — the edgy queer romance starring Alexander Skarsgård and Harry Melling — has dropped its first look, teasing a leather-clad, layered story about power, desire, and unexpected connection. https://gayety.com/aleksander-skarsgard-pillion-trailer

This look at the new rules of book publicity is full of fresh, practical strategies for getting your work seen and heard in 2026. https://writersinthestormblog.com/2026/01/the-new-rules-of-book-publicity/

Just listened to this great convo on leaving social media, writing iconic characters, and building trust with Claire Taylor—so many thoughtful takeaways for writers. https://www.thecreativepenn.com/2026/01/12/leaving-social-media-writing-iconic-characters-and-building-trust-with-claire-taylor/

Hot off Heated Rivalry fandom news: the author just revealed details about a new book focused on Shane & Ilya — Unrivaled continues their love story and the challenges they’ll face now they’re out, married, and in the spotlight. https://www.queerty.com/heated-rivalry-author-reveals-details-of-new-book-plus-fresh-challenges-for-shane-ilya-20260113/

Anne Rice’s The Vampire Chronicles continue to inspire LGBTQ people around the world — from queer readers finding themselves in the pages to Interview With the Vampire reigniting that magic on screen. https://www.washingtonblade.com/2026/01/13/the-vampire-chronicles-inspire-lgbtq-people-around-the-world/

This deep dive into what might be the most haunted place in America is full of eerie stories, ghost lore, and chilling vibes that’ll give you goosebumps. https://www.boredpanda.com/most-haunted-place-in-america/

Just checked out this roundup of AI writing software reviews — great for comparing tools that can boost drafting, editing, and creativity this year. https://thewritepractice.com/ai-writing-software-reviews

Wild (and dark) reads ahead: elderly people sharing decades-old murder confessions on their death beds — unsettling, fascinating, and strangely human. https://www.boredpanda.com/stories-from-nursing-homes-twitter-msn/

Resolved to finish more books in 2026? Here’s your guide to the web’s best reading challenges — fun ways to stay motivated and explore new reads all year long.
https://lithub.com/resolved-to-finish-more-books-in-2026-heres-your-guide-to-the-webs-best-reading-challenges/

Lace up your skates — the next horny hockey book is coming and it’s about to give fans all the queer romance, heat, and locker-room feels we’ve been waiting for. https://lithub.com/lace-up-your-skates-the-next-horny-hockey-book-is-coming/

Need a lighter creative load in 2026? This invitation offers ways to re-engage with joy in your writing instead of burnout. https://writersinthestormblog.com/2026/01/lighten-your-creative-load-a-new-year-invitation/

Loved this piece on exploring what truly strikes you — thoughtful writing about attention, curiosity, and what keeps us hooked as readers and creators. https://lithub.com/marisa-silver-on-exploring-what-strikes-you/

Preorder your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GC9NSF7L

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I’ve been chewing on this older quote for days now…

“Waste of time, waste of human potential. How much time we waste. As if we were going to live forever.”
— Leo Buscaglia

I keep thinking about it while standing in line. While doom-scrolling. While putting off something that actually matters to me because I’m tired or distracted or just plain avoiding it.

Time has a smell to it, I swear. Cold coffee. Warm dust from an old book. The faint hum of electronics late at night. It feels physical when you notice it slipping past.

Time Is Sneaky Like That

I don’t wake up thinking, Ah yes, today I shall waste my potential. Nobody does. It happens sideways. Ten minutes here. A couple of hours there. A day that evaporates without anything to show for it except sore eyes and that low-grade guilt buzzing under your skin.

I catch myself saying things like, “I’ll get to it later.”
Later feels generous. Safe. Infinite.

It isn’t.

That’s the part of Buscaglia’s quote that lands hardest. We act like time renews itself the way phone batteries do. Plug in. Recharge. Start fresh. Real life doesn’t work like that. Time only moves one way, and it does not circle back to check on you.

Potential Is Not Loud

Human potential sounds dramatic. Big speeches. Big goals. Big gestures.

Most of the time, it’s quiet.

It’s the book you keep meaning to write, sitting half-finished on your laptop.
It’s the phone call you keep putting off.
It’s the class you wanted to take.
It’s the language you wanted to learn.
It’s the walk you didn’t go on because the couch felt easier.

Potential doesn’t kick down the door. It waits. Patiently. Sometimes too patiently.

I’ve felt that waiting. It feels like a low ache behind the ribs. Not pain exactly. More like pressure. The sense that something inside you is tapping its fingers on the table, wondering if you’ve forgotten about it.

The Lie of “Someday”

I grew up believing in “someday.” Someday when things calm down. Someday when I feel ready. Someday when I have more time. Someday when money, energy, confidence, or courage magically appear.

Here’s the part nobody loves hearing: someday is not a place you arrive at. It’s a story you tell yourself while time keeps moving.

I’ve lost entire seasons that way. Whole summers. Whole years. I can still picture the light coming through the windows of apartments I no longer live in, thinking I had plenty of time to figure things out.

I didn’t feel panicked back then. That’s the trick. Wasting time rarely feels dramatic. It feels comfortable.

Comfort Is Not the Enemy — Drift Is

I’m not anti-rest. I love rest…a lot! I love quiet afternoons and doing nothing on purpose. That’s different.

Drift is when rest turns into avoidance. When comfort becomes a holding pattern. When days blur together and you can’t quite remember what you were excited about last month.

Buscaglia isn’t yelling at us to hustle harder. He’s pointing at the tragedy of drifting through a life you actually care about.

That hits me in the chest every time.

Mortality Changes the Math

The older I get, the louder this stuff gets. Time feels heavier now. Not scary, just… real.

There’s a strange clarity that comes from accepting that the clock does not owe us anything. It makes small choices feel sharper. It makes saying yes or no feel more deliberate.

I notice how my body reacts when I choose something meaningful. There’s a warmth there. A steadiness. Even when the thing itself is hard.

I notice the opposite reaction too. That dull, dragging feeling after another evening vanished into nothing.

What I’m Trying to Do Differently

I’m not chasing perfection. I’m chasing honesty.

Asking myself:
Is this how I want to spend this hour?
Does this choice feed me or numb me?
Am I hiding, or am I resting?

Some days I answer badly. Some days I answer well. The point is asking.

Buscaglia’s words don’t feel like a lecture to me. They feel like a hand on the shoulder. A reminder whispered close: you’re here now. Use it.

One Last Thought Before I Go

Time isn’t cruel. It’s just indifferent. That’s oddly comforting.

We don’t need to do everything. We just need to do something that feels honest before the light changes again.

If I waste time, I want it to be intentional. A long walk. A deep breath. A laugh that leaves my face sore.

Human potential doesn’t need to be grand. It just needs to be lived.

Lucien Knight came to New York to escape scandal.
He found a dead singer, a beautiful liar, and a ghost that won’t let go.
Murder at the Savoy — jazz-soaked noir meets the supernatural.
Grab your copy HERE

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Let me confess something right up front: my first drafts are not impressive. They don’t arrive wearing a tailored suit or carrying a briefcase full of clever metaphors. They shuffle in wearing pajamas that should’ve been retired years ago, hair sticking up, breath smelling faintly like yesterday’s coffee.

And honestly? I’ve learned to love them that way.

For a long time, I didn’t. I wanted my drafts to look finished while they were still being born, which is a completely unreasonable expectation and yet one I held with great confidence.

The Fantasy of the Perfect First Draft

Somewhere along the way, I absorbed this idea that “real writers” sit down and produce clean, elegant prose on the first try. Like the words arrive pre-approved, already behaving themselves.

That idea wrecked me for years.

I’d write a paragraph, reread it, cringe, delete it, then stare at the blinking cursor like it was judging my life choices. The room would go quiet except for the hum of my laptop fan. My shoulders would tighten. My mood would sour. Writing felt like walking into a room where I was already disappointing someone.

That someone was me.

Perfectionism Is a Sneaky Little Problem

Perfectionism doesn’t announce itself with a villain laugh. It sounds reasonable. Polite, even.

It says things like:
“Maybe you should fix that sentence before moving on.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if this opening were stronger?”
“You’ll save time later if you get it right now.”

Lies. All of it.

What perfectionism really does is slow everything to a crawl. It turns drafting into editing, which is like trying to paint a room while constantly scrubbing the walls.

Letting the Draft Be Ugly

Here’s the thing I had to learn the hard way: first drafts are not meant to be good. They’re meant to exist.

That’s it. That’s the whole job.

When I finally gave myself permission to write badly, something strange happened. The words started showing up. Not all of them were useful. Some were repetitive. Some scenes wandered off and did their own thing. Some dialogue made me wince.

But the story moved forward.

Forward matters more than pretty.

Pajamas Are Comfortable for a Reason

When I draft now, I try to keep things loose. I don’t worry about rhythm. I don’t worry about polish. I let sentences ramble. I repeat myself. I write notes in brackets like, “[fix this later]” or “[make this less awkward].”

There’s a quiet relief in that approach. The room feels less tense. I sip my coffee while it’s still warm. My fingers keep moving. The draft doesn’t flinch when I mess up.

It just sits there, patient and unbothered.

The Magic Happens Later

Editing is where I put real clothes on the book. That’s when I smooth things out, tighten scenes, and decide what stays and what goes. Editing asks for a different headspace. A calmer one. A more focused one.

Drafting, on the other hand, needs momentum. It needs permission to be messy. Trying to do both at once only guarantees frustration.

I used to think I was saving time by fixing things early. I wasn’t. I was just stalling.

A Small Shift That Changed Everything

One sentence changed my relationship with drafting:
“You can’t revise what you haven’t written.”

I repeat that to myself when I feel the urge to tinker instead of move on. I keep typing. I keep the story breathing. I trust that Future Me, armed with coffee and patience, will clean it up later.

Future Me is very capable. Present Me just needs to get words down.

The Smell of a First Draft

First drafts smell like overheated laptops and cold coffee. They sound like keys clacking too fast. They feel uneven and clumsy and a little embarrassing.

They’re also alive.

And that matters more than elegance.

If You’re Stuck Right Now

If you’re staring at a blank page because you want it to look impressive, I get it. I’ve been there. A lot.

Try this instead: write like no one will see it. Write like it’s a private mess meant only for you. Let your draft wear pajamas. Let it be awkward. Let it ramble.

You can’t fix silence.

You can always fix words.

What happens when the heir to a kingdom is bound by the curse of the wolf? For Prince Norian, the answer comes with blood, fire, and the terrifying knowledge that dark magic has singled him out. As shadows close in, he must protect his people from an enemy who will stop at nothing to seize the throne. Danger, destiny, and deadly secrets entwine in Norian’s Gamble. Grab your copy HERE.

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Okay, deep breath, because this one feels big.

I’m ridiculously excited (and a little emotional, if I’m being honest) to finally say that The Haunted Speakeasy is officially up for preorder on Amazon.

You can grab it right now right here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GC9NSF7L

This book is the third installment in the Lucien Knight series, and I swear—every time I think Lucien has seen the worst the spirit world can throw at him, I prove myself wrong. In The Haunted Speakeasy, he comes face-to-face with his most terrifying and dangerous ghost yet, and let’s just say… the dead are not feeling particularly cooperative this time around.

What The Haunted Speakeasy Is About (No Spoilers, Promise)

When Lucien Knight arrives at one of Chicago’s most glamorous underground clubs, he expects trouble—just not the kind that reaches out from beyond the grave. The Velvet Vice is a place of music, secrets, and carefully buried sins, and something there refuses to stay quiet. As strange “accidents” begin piling up and a restless spirit makes its presence violently known, Lucien finds himself pulled into a mystery rooted in betrayal, love, and a death that was never truly laid to rest. To stop the haunting, he’ll have to untangle the club’s dark past and confront a ghost who isn’t just angry—but determined.

A few important details if you’re planning ahead (because I know some of you like to):

Ebook: Will be available in Kindle Unlimited, so KU readers are covered.
Paperback & Hardcover: These will be available directly from my site at rogerhyttinenbooks.com, as well as through other online retailers. If you like ordering direct or prefer a physical copy, I’ve got you.
Release date: The book officially goes on sale February 10th.

I can’t overstate how happy I am to be bringing this third Lucien book into the world. This series has become something really special to me. Truth be told—and I mean this wholeheartedly—I’m having an absolute blast writing it. The characters, the atmosphere, the ghosts with opinions… it’s the kind of project that reminds me why I started doing this in the first place.

So if you’ve been following Lucien’s journey, thank you for sticking with him. And if you’re new to the series—welcome. Just know that once you step into this speakeasy, things are going to get strange, dangerous, and very hard to leave behind.

More soon. Always more soon.

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I keep a little quote taped above my desk. It’s not fancy. The paper is curling at the edges, and there’s a coffee stain that refuses to fade. It says:
“To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.” — Anne Rice.

I read that line almost every day. Some days I nod like a wise old monk. Other days I glare at it like it personally wronged me.

The First Time I Felt Ridiculous

I still remember the first time I shared something I’d written with another human being. My hands were sweaty. My stomach felt tight, like I’d swallowed a brick. The room smelled faintly of printer ink and dust. I hit “send” and immediately wanted to crawl under the desk and live there forever.

I wasn’t afraid of bad grammar. I was afraid of being seen.

Writing puts your inner mess on the page. The odd thoughts. The private worries. The stuff you never say out loud at dinner. Once it’s written, it’s not just yours anymore. Someone can laugh. Someone can shrug. Someone can misunderstand the whole thing.

That’s the fool part.

Writing Is Not a Safe Hobby

People love to talk about writing like it’s gentle. Like you sit there with a candle, soft music, and a calm heart. That has never been my experience. Writing feels noisy. It smells like cold coffee. My shoulders tense up. My brain throws tantrums.

Every time I start a new piece, there’s a moment when I think, “This is dumb. I sound dumb. Who do I think I am?”

Anne Rice didn’t sugarcoat that feeling. She didn’t say, “Be brave.” She said you have to risk looking foolish. That hits closer to home. Bravery sounds noble. Foolish sounds embarrassing. Real life tends to lean toward embarrassing.

The Fear Never Really Leaves

Here’s the annoying truth: the fear doesn’t vanish once you’ve written a lot. It changes shape, though. Early on, I worried about sounding amateur. Later, I worried about repeating myself. Now I worry about honesty. Real honesty. The kind that leaves fingerprints.

I can write a ghost story without blinking. I can write about grief, longing, or desire, and my pulse picks up. My fingers hover over the keyboard. The room feels too quiet. The radiator clicks. The clock ticks louder than it should.

That’s the edge where the fool waits.

Why I Keep Doing It Anyway

There’s a small moment, usually late at night, when a sentence lands just right. The words line up. My chest loosens. I exhale without noticing. For a second, the noise shuts up.

That moment only shows up after the risk. It never arrives during safe writing. It never comes from polite sentences that offend no one and reveal nothing.

I’ve learned that if I don’t feel a little exposed, I probably didn’t go far enough.

Looking Silly Is Part of the Job

I’ve written things I’d never say out loud. I’ve admitted fears I’d rather pretend I don’t have. I’ve reread old work and winced so hard my face hurt.

And still, I’d rather have that pile of awkward pages than a perfect silence.

Silence feels neat. Silence feels controlled. Silence doesn’t change anything.

The Page Can Take It

One thing I remind myself on bad writing days: the page doesn’t judge. It doesn’t roll its eyes. It doesn’t whisper to friends later. It just sits there, blank and patient, waiting to be filled with something real.

People might judge. That’s out of my hands. The page just wants honesty. Even clumsy honesty counts.

A Quiet Kind of Courage

I don’t think Anne Rice meant public humiliation. I think she meant private courage. The willingness to say, “This matters to me,” without knowing how it will land.

That kind of courage isn’t loud. It happens alone, in a room that smells like yesterday’s coffee, with sore shoulders and tired eyes. It happens when you write the sentence you want to delete.

Why This Still Matters to Me

Every piece I care about started with that familiar dread. Every one. The fool feeling never stopped me for long. It just let me know I was near something honest.

So I keep the quote above my desk. Crooked tape. Coffee stain. Daily reminder.

If I’m going to write, I have to accept the risk. The awkwardness. The chance that someone won’t get it.

That’s the price. I’ll pay it.

A ghostly melody haunts New York’s grandest opera house.

When a piece of forbidden music resurfaces, paranormal detective Lucien Knight is forced to confront a mystery where ghosts perform, musicians vanish, and some notes carry a deadly price. Grab your copy HERE

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