Newsletter RazörFist’s Advice to Christian Writers Entering the Iron Age of Media How Christian pulp writers can seize the Iron Age of Media with bold storytelling and unapologetic faith.
Newsletter Guns, the Magdeburg Confession, and Why Christian Fiction Can Bear Arms A brief treatise on Self-Defense Doctrine in Christian Pulp Fiction
Newsletter Why Horror Resonates with Christian Anthropology How monsters, shadows, and screams unmask the truth about sin, death, and our desperate need for Christ.
Newsletter Response to R.C. Sproul, Jr. on Tragedy and Who is the Author of Evil. Notes from BCBM Ep. 82
Newsletter The Forgotten Doctrine of Authority in a Postmodern World Authority isn’t oppression—it’s God’s gift.
Newsletter FOR PAID SUBS: CHAPTER PREVIEW The first chapter of my upcoming novella "Ezekiel Creed: Tribe of Dust and Blood"
Newsletter 5 Reasons Horror is a Christian Genre The cross, the crypt, and the monster’s shadow all tell the same truth: only Christ conquers the darkness.
Newsletter Beyond Disney's Boy Trouble: Finding Real Purpose Through Christian Storytelling Disney preaches at men. Christian fiction calls them to fight.
Newsletter Standing Firm in a Fallen World: A Double Release Celebration Celebrating the release of a pulp-noir thriller and a free ebook to strengthen your faith in the fight.
Newsletter The Case for Pulp: Why Those Tattered Magazines Hold the Key to Bold Christian Storytelling Moral clarity. Grit. Wonder. And a message that still speaks to the common man.
Newsletter Nails in the Door: A Pulp Noir Retelling of the Lutheran Reformation Episode 1: The Man with the Hammer
Newsletter I Can't Believe its Not Social Media Random complaints and musings on Social Media style marketing for creatives
Newsletter Technological Terror of the Human Mind: An Essay on Fear of Repetition and Waste (Pt. 2 of 2) The mind loops like a broken reel on consequences of a crime uncomitted.
Newsletter Technological Terror of the Human Mind: An Essay on Fear of Repetition and Waste (Pt. 1 of 2) The mind loops like a broken reel, haunted by the ghost of wasted motion.
Newsletter Back at It Man, it’s wild how much time can slip through your fingers. I hadn’t touched any real writing in years—the kind that’s seen more midnight ranting and cold coffee than I care to admit. Writing used to be my thing, right? But life barged in: music gigs,
