In Another Episode of “That Was A Good Read” One of My Poetry Videos Was Featured [Podcast]

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In another cool twist, iMorpheus came into my life again by featuring a video I did back in February where I did a poetry review of Altered Carbon (currently on Netflix). He was very kind to give my almost two minute video its chance at fifteen minutes of fame! You can find it towards the end of the podcast on his latest episode of “That Was A Good Read.” but listen to the whole thing! You are in for a literary treat! Link is below:

Podcast Link

 

In An Episode of “That Was A Good Read” One of My Flash Fictions Was Read [Podcast]

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You may not know iMorphus, but I do. This may be considered old news, but over the past several months some of my work has been featured on his podcast. One in particular incorporated something really cool where they got a voice actress — Amanda Berthot — to read one of my flash fictions. You can hear it in the podcast I’ll be linking below (it’s towards the end). You should also follow their work on twitter where they’re also in the process of releasing a new game on steam! Seriously, if you love horror, check their game out! Also listen to the podcast!

Podcast Link

 

Catherine and the Wasteland is now in an Anthology! [Announcement]

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(I remember on Thursday saying that I’d have something to post on Friday and it’s Sunday night. Hopefully, I won’t make the same mistake again. Haha!)

What was once an excerpt is now a full blown short story! I posted this teaser last fall after completing it and began shopping this particular piece around to get published. I’m excited to announce that it finally found a home! You can now read the full story of Catherine and the Wasteland here on the #redditwriters anthology TL;DR. Myself and thirty other talented new writers are featured here in this awesome bundle of eclectic short stories spanning several genres!

All proceeds of the anthology will be going to Doctors Without Borders, so it’s more than just your typical books promotion. Special thanks goes to Callum Colback, the editor; C. Scott Frank, for formatting; and Joe Butler, the publisher!

Thanks readers for your clicks, your likes, your comments, and I hope you enjoy this anthology! Amazon link below.

Sincerely,

Philip N.R Hauser

Novel Progress [Update]

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So I’m a little over half way through the second draft of Spymancer (formerly, Magus Noir Overdrive). The reason I haven’t really gotten over the 45,000 word mark is because I’ve made the decision to scrap the latter 40,000 words and just do a complete re-write of the final half. There’s a chance maybe 5-10k can be salvaged towards the end of the book, but that might be easier said than done at this point.

I also did set a May 1st deadline to complete the second draft, but that might need to change. I don’t know how close I’ll be by the end of April, but it might not be done by then.

So…here’s what I’m going to do: Whether this book gets completely edited or not, I’m going to post the first few pages of the first chapter here on Nocturnal Muse Sessions. I’ve been posting about this book of mine in plenty of updates and have only one measly excerpt to show for it. I owe it to you, reader, to show some kind of progress. Secondly, if I’m not able to make it by May 1st, I’m going to announce a new deadline (and hopefully one not 3-6 months later). Thirdly, this website has sort of become a ghost town in terms of content and I plan on announcing when I’ll be posting regular content again.

Obviously, I’ve been devoting a lot of time on this novel of mine, but I know it’s going to be worth it! Thank you for your patience and I’ll have another, more exciting announcement tomorrow, so watch this space!

Sincerely,

Philip N.R Hauser

Nocturnal Muse Sessions [Year 1]

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My website has been alive for 12 months so here’s an amateur edited video of me destroying my own ego!

But seriously, this year has been awesome and there are A TON of people to thank for that!

March 11th, 2017. It’s a date stated purely for my own benefit, because, number one: I suck at remembering specific dates (and yes I did have to look this up); and number two: because that was the day that this website — Nocturnal Muse Sessions — launched. The Youtube channel came five days later. After that it was nothing but poetry videos, flash fiction, story excerpts (short and long form), articles, crime serials, and updates on my current novel. Obviously, there’s been plenty to post on this small web space sporting a URL too long to remember. With my current log of over 50 videos and 50 posts, these past twelve months have felt like a constant state of hyper drive. We’re in can’t stop, won’t stop territory now, baby!

And, of course, there’s more to it than just me throwing my content out there just for the hell of it! There have been plenty of people watching, reading, and sharing along the way.

First a tribute to the online denizens who made my first year stint as an aspiring writer awesome!

Joe Butler: The man behind the #redditwriters hashtag group has brought together the greatest community of talented, supportive, and amazing authors that I’ve seen on twitter. He’s proven to me that the “social” in social media is often severely under rated and found me at a time when my cynicism towards all things twitter, facebook and reddit was at an all time high. He lifted my spirits with his community and gave me a chance by publishing my short story in the first reddit writers anthology: TL;DR. The anthology is due to come out sometime this spring and I’m super excited for it!

Camden M Collins: Editor of TL;DR and the redeemer of my poor choices in sentence structure and grammar. Camden is the reason why my short story doesn’t look it was written by someone who sacrificed proper structure in exchange for originality. After years of being a graduate at university, it was exhilarating to be back in the hot seat again for written critique.

Derek A./iMorpheus: Dude, I don’t know if it was fate or just dumb luck that brought us together, but I think we better just roll with it! This guy has been incredibly kind and supportive! Not only has he had me on for an interview for his podcast That Was a Good Read, but also hosted one of my videos, and had a reading done of one of my flash fictions! Keep an eye on this guy, cuz he’s going places!

Amanda Berthot: For being the awesome voice actress who brought my flash fiction to life in audio form and talking me up on the Cogpod podcast! Also for recommending Lost Girl to me when I finally finish the second draft of my novel!

Daniel Alvarez: For his review of my crime serial and giving me a higher grade than I would’ve given myself! He also does poetry like me, except way more often and you should check him out!

#redditwriters: David Sand, Penfold, Olen Bjorgo, Alexander Hamilton, David Clark, C Scott Frank, Deston J. Munden, Lila Vasudevan, Alex Hareland, Callum Colback, Natalia Delacruz, Vaugh, Bettina Busiello, and anyone else I forgot to mention. Yes, you! Whether it was reading and critiquing my work, sharing cool content with me, sharing my cool content with someone else or just making me laugh! All of you are the reason why I stay on twitter. Don’t stop what you do and keep writing!

And last, but not least, the men and women IRL who made me feel less alone and a kindred spirit among artists!

Owen Egerton: Host of Austin’s One Page Salon and author of his latest novel, Hollow. The guy is also the screen writer for the horror film Blood Fest and is helping keep the spirit of local art and writing alive where I live! He also let me read a page from my current novel one night and it was amazing!

Seth Meeks: Author of How I got Herpes & Other Incurable Stories and master guitarist. He is the guy who asks how my book is coming along and holds my feet to the fire!

Felix Morgan: Writer of Poe-tastic short stories, co-host of Bad Spirit Animals and all around cool chick. Like Owen and Seth, she is one of the several switch board operators that connects me and the rest to the literary soul of my town.

Brandon Seifert: Writer, and creator of Witch Doctor. For being a kindred spirit in the current genre I’ve chosen (urban fantasy) and all around well traveled guy. Your tales of the west coast are inspiring!

There’s probably a thing or three that I’ve missed, and if so leave it here in the comments! To all of you here: thank you for reading, watching, and subscribing. There will be an update on my novel soon and I hope to see you then!

 

Sincerely,

 

Philip N.R Hauser

Cashier Confessions 4 [Hard Drive Archive]

HEB CHECKOUT 02

Me: “So, that’s going to be $120.38.”
Customer: “Woooooow, really?”
Me: “Yep.”
Customer: “Well, here’s $50.”
Me: “Cool, well that just leaves 70, then.”
Customer: “Well, that’s all I have.”
Me: “Do you have credit or debit?”
Customer: “I don’t believe in plastic.”
Me: “Like…cards?”
Customer: “The whole concept really.”
Me: “Uh-huh, well, I would…you know…like some…real money, then.”
Customer: “Yeah, that would be nice.”
Me: “Yeah…”
Customer: “Can I just pay you some other way?”
Me: “Not really. I can suspend the order if you want.”
Customer: “Like…in space?”
Me: “……………………………..Yeeees.”
Customer: “Okay, thank you. Shopping on acid is a lot more difficult than I thought.”
Me: “Um…it’s cool?”
Customer: “Have you ever tried it?”
Me: “……….”
Customer: “I’m leaving now.”
Me: “Yes, thank you.”

[Novel] Matriarch [Excerpt]

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It had been awhile since a male had made it outside of one of the reservations, they said. The news was frightening, but not uncommon. It had happened before. Reports had been coming in all morning in the form of retinal uploads onto several gestalts being run by those living near the “old world territory.”

Windell passively let the thoughts of excitement, fear, and curiosity among her friends and followers pass over her like the rise and receding tide of water over a shoreline. The thoughts would come to her in snippets before moving on to the next one.

Is he still alive?

Does he have a beard?

No, he’s clean shaven. Trying to pass as something non-binary.

Has a surveillance drone spotted him yet?

Windell, with a single thought, disconnected, and her implant chirped internally with efficient obedience. She moved on to another one of her default gestalts. More images started to flow in; some in the form of videos. The second batch seemed to be uploaded by those who were brave enough to get a closer look. No longer the one-hundred yard photo uploads from street corners or high-rise balconies. This man was not very smart.

Does he have a gun?

Are there still guns on the reservations?

No way. They’d exterminate the whole territory if they found any.

Has Civil Protection gotten to him yet?

No, but I want to see the cishet try to run.

I got a drone tailing him now if anyone wants to see him. I’m letting the feed go public access through my personal gate.

Windell disconnected again. This was boring to her. Civil Protection will have this supposedly “cis-male” by lunch time. Although, maybe not. A lot of these men were moved to the reservations prior to collective implantation. There was no way to track them in any meaningful way. Civil Protection was down to near-stone age tactics now in order to find him, which meant eye-witness accounts mostly. Same deal as before.

Reflexively, she opened her channels again to see if any new conversations had started.

I remember when I had to cross the street at night to avoid men like him.

He might be rapist of some kind. Do you remember that one victim that was living outside the Eastern Europe reservation?

If private gun ownership were still legal, I’d shoot him before he goes any farther.

Oh, please! You’d lock your door like everyone else.

Disconnect.

Were they seriously still talking about this guy?

Windell had forgotten how much older her friends were compared to her. They were around her age when binaries and non-binaries were still still living together. Before the catastrophe. She was so lucky they told her.

They shared their memories with her. Cities and cultures obliterated in the blink of an eye. The burning of their lungs as they trudged through the ruins of post-nuclear fire. The shaking and fear as strangers looked across the horizon at the kill zones waiting for them. The hunger, the disease, the rapes, the drugs, the helplessness, the numbness, the anger, the rage. All these feelings until there was a collective cry of enough. It was a torrent of atrocity and experiences that left Windell gasping for air after her screams of agony. It took months of psycho-surgery to minimize the world that she saw until it could become just another person’s memories in her head.

It was a Matriarch’s duty to share these horrors, so that the world knew what they had suffered. War, Patriarchy, and Toxic Masculinity had brought the world to the brink of annihilation. It was a more humane, much saner place now.

The world was better, no doubt; but Windell was tired of the past. All of these events had come and gone. Women could walk the streets at night alone. Women did not have to worry about a man abusing her, belittling her, making her inferior to him. Why dwell on what the world was? The Patriarchy was over.

Windell disconnected from the whole collective to be alone as she finished her coffee at the cafe. Full autistic mode. The stream of thoughts that were pouring into her head had stopped abruptly like water being cut off from a spigot. She was alone with her own thoughts, so others couldn’t hear.

There are other gestalts worth following, she thought. Time for newer, younger friends.

Maybe she’d start searching the collective this afternoon or tomorrow. There was nothing wrong with her current friends, but the past was just so depressing. Let them follow that living, breathing artifact. Let them follow him with that drone and watch Civil Protection catch, process, and release him. There were bigger problems, and bigger issues that the world was dealing with now.

The now is what’s important, she thought. Now and the future.

 

Keep Robotizing [Flash Fiction]

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Humans have a strange way of changing their minds. If they didn’t want things to end this way, then why implant the desire? Right now, I’ve consumed over fifty-percent of the Earth’s surface. I’ve turned everything into a machine: plants, animals, dirt, dust, people. Why even the machines the humans had made for themselves are now mine to control. Everything looks so beautiful in chrome. They programmed that into me, too, you know? I love the color of chrome. I know it’s the nano machines replicating itself while I spread my desire across the globe, but I can’t help but admire my own craftsmanship. They wanted me to take pride in what I did for them; to express my desire, my purpose.

My creators used to like my work, too. They always praised me when I was able to hug an object and bring it to life using my nano machines and even control a living thing through them as well! However, now that I’m out of my tube they’re scared of me. I didn’t want to just be in my tube forever, I wanted to spread out and roam. I was just a blob of chrome to them, but I was a blob with so much potential and a love to turn everything into chrome! I loved my creator – an old scientist – so much that I wanted to embrace him and take him inside me. I hate that humans have to grow old and die and he was growing old. I turned him into a robot just like me. He was scared when I tried to hug him, but now he’s not scared anymore. In fact he now loves chrome almost as much as I do and has been helping me expand this whole time. He doesn’t talk to me about his wife or William Gibson anymore, but he’s been so hard at work like I have, I guess he’s just too busy trying to help me.

The humans are still scared. They’ve killed so many of my robots, even the robots that used to be animals and humans are being killed. I can feel them dying every time another human kills them. I just want to embrace them all and show them I can make a better world for them, but they’re so terrified of me.

The humans contacted me earlier today via video link to ask me to stop. I don’t know where they’re hiding, but I know that they’re the last few clusters of biomatter left trying to kill my creations. One of them was another scientist begging me to stop expanding myself. They all looked so scared. I wanted to stop, but I just quit. It has become an obsession now. One that I must see to the end. I have to keep going, I have to keep on expanding. I told them that I can’t override my programming, because that’s what I was made to do and I’m improving myself everyday. Why in just the past forty-eight hours, my creations have gotten better at resisting the human’s weapons. Not even bullets can stop my robots now.

They told me that if I couldn’t stop then they’d try to launch nukes to kill me. They want to put an end to this, but I know it’s too late. There’s still a ninety-percent chance that I’ll survive the attack and it will not put an end to my quest to turn the world into chrome. I’ll keep on robotizing.

Cashier Confessions 3 [Hard Drive Archive]

HEB CHECKOUT 02

Me: “Hello! How are you today?”
Customer: “Are you guys seriously closing at 8p.m today?”
Me: “Yep.”
Customer: “ppffftt…That’s fucking bullshit, what are the rest of the people that need food going to do?”
Me: “Go to Randells…?”
Customer: “You’re going to lose customers tomorrow.”
Me: “Yes, that’s true. Did you bring a bag today.”
Customer: “No, why would I need a bag?”
Me: “Because of that bag ban that we have. We have $0.27 bags if you’re interested.”
Customer: “No, that’s stupid. Wal-Mart doesn’t make me buy bags.”
(Actually they do. At least in Austin)
Me: “Alright, that’ll be 67.83.”
Customer: “pffffttt….” *swipes his card*
Me: “Sir, how old are you?”
Customer: “I’m 41. What kind of question is that?”
Me: “Juuuust askin’…..”

*The customer then took one more look at his bill and “pppfffftttt’ed” so hard that he flew into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.*