I’m Howard. Like most people, I do a lot of different things. I do some of them for money. This site is where you’ll be able to find all of them, and it’s the only home for some of them.
I’m probably best known for Schlock Mercenary, the online comic space opera that I created back in 2000, and which updates every day at schlockmercenary.com. It’s what currently feeds our family, and that’s awesome.
You might have heard my voice on Writing Excuses, the weekly podcast for genre fiction writers that I co-host with Mary Robinette Kowal, Brandon Sanderson, and Dan Wells. We launched that back in 2008, and it updates weekly at writingexcuses.com.
I also review movies, and I’m horribly biased. If you want to know whether I had fun at the cinema, you can follow my reviews at this site clicking on the “Movie Review” tag. Or that link.
Looking for my prose? My Bibliography has the full list, or at least it will eventually. Most recently, my short story “An Honest Death” appears in SHADOWS BENEATH: The Writing Excuses Anthology. I’ve also done novelettes, novellas, shorts, and even flash pieces for Skull Island Expeditions (a Privateer Press imprint). If you like Lovecraftian horror, my work has also appeared in Space Eldritch, and Space Eldritch II: The Haunted Stars.
On the side, for no pay whatsoever, I paint 28mm miniatures, experiment with food, and crash in front of the occasional video game (my latest grind has been XCOM: Enemy Unknown, but I’ve got a dog’s age worth of hours in Skyrim, too.)
I also write a lot. Usually it’s tweets, but sometimes I blog about stuff that is important. Or at least important to me. Or maybe just distracting, and I’m blogging my thoughts in order to get them off of my plate so I can get some work done. This site is going to be a veritable treasure trove of that stuff. Some of it will probably embarrass me.
On the completely non-embarrassing front, I’m the very happy husband to Sandra Tayler, and we’re the parents of four. I am a Mormon, a cat-owner, and a home-owner (though it can be argued that the cat owns the house, paperwork notwithstanding.)
But who am I really? Beyond the things I make, and the people I love (and the cat who demands my fealty), beyond the physical features and the conglomeration of organic molecules I’ve bound up in my 46-year quest to forestall entropy, who am I?
Seriously? How can I answer that? Look, the best I can do is say that I have been all of the Howards who wrote these journal entries, and each of them was a stage along the long, transformative path to the me of the now. And I’m just the latest stage. Anyway, if you want to read the blog and meet all those other guys, be my guest.
Be warned, though: they’re not me. And neither is the guy who wrote this…