John-J Anderson

Perhaps it was the freedom that came from taking my work away from Amazon, but I feel very excited in some kind of way that feels both understated and "professional" for lack of a better word. I have been slacking in terms of getting another blog update out with any news on the current projects; I could blame the heat, work being tough or wanting to take some time to enjoy simple hobbies that got kicked to the side. But in reality, I have just not had the motivation to write over the last few days.  What that looks like is still likely better than some; I have two ongoing projects, one new and one ongoing that I hope to finish before the end of the year. While I have taken time on projects before, Bulldog 3 is really putting me through the inferno of patience. I am just stuck on some character arch's closing out while the overall story could be concluded, while the overall plot points are solid and I think its a worthy end to the journeys these characters have been on und...

Sea Foam and Shattered Skulls Sunshine danced across the waters; they rolled foamed and crashed against the concrete. Crowds flooded the bay as the news reached across the globe, the days plans all obsolete. Everyone came to see the ships push out, the national guard, the army in force. But the flags rose all the same, the creak of wood, the crowd controlling horse. I only needed a glimpse, it was something so unreal, out of time from the rift these wooden ships afloat. Could this still be a hoax, some elaborate prankster gone viral, could we all have fell for something so remote. - The crowd was now roaring, the police riding between the two seas, one of humanity and one of salty drink. It was all across the news when they opened it, the scientific marvellous rift, I didn’t know what to think. So, there I stood staring across a moment in history, all to catch a glimpse of the black sails bobbing into view. What would this change really, do these men out of time f...

  Bulldog 1: Too Many Monsters Chapter 1: First Wave Sirens screamed into ear-drum slicing life, the first wave fled through the utility hole cover as it raised open like a trapdoor releasing a caged animal. Blood thirsty for freedom and loathing of the walls behind them. I would shortly learn that first wave always suffered the worst. Nobody in the first wave had ever made it through if you believed the people in the tunnels, or listened to the noises outside the captive state we sat in. Screams and moans echoed through the tunnel, shaking the morale and fortitude of the rest of us, waiting for our turn in the meat grinder. I watched the youngest competitor I had seen cowering and shaking sat in the filthy run off that pooled swirling beneath our feet, her clothes soaking through and her eyes turning to embers with fierce terror. “Do you think they will make it?” a stranger’s voice called out to anyone listening. Nobody answered, and the silence gave him the answer he dreaded. I j...

My life has been held up on two turtles shells. Lady and Gus, the only constants I've ever known. Brought into my life for pure happenstance. But kept around ever since for a love so understated and fondness that's bone deep. You watched me move homes... Twice.  You saw me fall in love and break my heart, you never called me a fool or left me judged.  You basked while I got married and stayed safe while I saw the world.  When I cried for the boys, you kept me close. When I cared for Angel, you watched her even closer.  You've been the dispenser for Hero.  The TV for Ghost.  You've been Tanya's nightly ritual.  You've been Angels fascinations. But I'll never forget, my ever present babies, is that above all else you've both been my friends.