Kent Wayne

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  • Musings

    From what I’ve seen, few want to admit that in order to create a captivating vision, you gotta do the dirty work of rooting through your ignorance and honing your perception into a fine blade that cuts away obstacles and leaves behind results.  

  • Man Child Mondays #7

    How to sleep if you’re a true Man Child:  Always flexed, always armed.  Flexed in case I need to impress any hot soccer moms that bust in on me and interrupt my snooze with a torrid makeout session, and armed in case I’m attacked by zombies, honey badgers, or Hordak. …I know:  I should be writing.…

  • Echo 1 giveaway/ Echo 2&3 discounts are coming!!!

    Thinking of buying any of the Echo books?  Save your money!  Looks like Amazon is gonna allow me to host a giveaway for Echo 1 and discounts for Echo 2&3 starting May 22!  So Echo 1 will be FREE for five days while 2&3 will be $0.99!  Spread the word and come get you some…

  • Echo: The Weekly Update

    Word Count, Vol.4:  Over 200k.  I’ve decided to stop counting until I’m finished (I save each chapter in a separate word file for better organization/modularity so it’s a huge pain for me to open em all up, wait for the word counts to load up, then tally everything). Thanks to All Who Bought Echo!  And…

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    I’m at home sitting deep in meditation, being hit by The Works:  Blooms of fractalized mandalas, the unfolding of time and space into a continuum of never-ending benevolence…yeaaaaa BUDDY! 🙂 🙂 🙂  Suddenly, I find myself being shaken by the shoulders and I open my eyes.  It’s my next neighbor, Jake.  Jake’s gaze is widened in…

  • Musings

    I, like everyone else, don’t like to lose due to a risk I’ve taken… But I hate not trying even more.  Because that guarantees that I’ll never win, and that I lose by default.

  • Palamades Publishing: Get your fix of poetry, ghosts, and soon…giant robots. That’s right: Giant robots motha duckas!

    Doo be do be doooo….I’m biking through the park with Bitefighter (my loyal buddy and 10 lb. Terrier Extraordinaire) strapped to my back in the customized backpack he likes to ride around in.  I stop in front of the tennis courts, where four yoked, type-A soccer moms are playing a pro-caliber game of tennis.  Bitefighter…

  • Musings

     Why flagellate yourself because you’re unable to progress using someone else’s methods?  Sure, they may have something to offer…but if we were meant to take the exact same road that they did, we would have BEEN them.  Why not honor the clues that existence gives us through our differences, and see that we are all meant…

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    The year is 2083 and I’m at the zoo, walking with a pack of tourists.  This isn’t just ANY zoo though; this is a zoo for threats the United Earth Government has deemed too hazardous to let wander around the public; the denizens here are either XD (extradimensional), or Dirty Arcane (unholy magics) in nature.  My primly…

  • Musings

    “Don’t be the whiny, annoying, emo-kid that makes excuses not to get in there and dance.  Get in there and dance.”   —Life