Author: bradzooks

Bradley has been writing fantastic fiction for as long as he can remember, and still has his acclaimed tale of junior-high cafeteria mayhem and heroism, “Red Jello from Outer Space,” tucked away in a file cabinet at home. Bradley is dedicated to writing gay-tinged fantasy and science fiction literature, with the intent of breaking into the mainstream with subversive characters that resonate with authentic gay and lesbian experiences, regardless of the setting. Which doesn't mean you expect exclusively gay/lesbian stories -- for Bradley, the story dictates the characters, and their sexuality is integral to spinning a compelling tale. Bradley lives in Brooklyn, works in Manhattan, and writes anywhere and everywhere in between. He’s thinking he might have to dedicate his first book to the MTA, but would much rather dedicate it to his supportive husband Michael. In 2007, Bradley expatriated from the rest of the world and moved to New York City, Over Achievement Capital of the World. So, in addition to holding down a relationship (or two) and a job, he writes, runs a successful critique group, sings occasionally and narrates stories for podcasts. People wonder how he does it. This is how.

Status Update – August 2016

These are interesting times, the like the curse goes. You know the one, "May you live in interesting times." It's a disaster, waiting to happen. It's dread, lurking at the door. It's overwhelming. So, until recently, I haven't been writing much, just plugging away at the new novel, which has taken on a title, finally.... Continue Reading →

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The Struggle is Real

If this blog entry reads like an online journal, so be it. In spite of having a super-supportive writing group and people around me who believe in my work, the writing biz is frequently just one writer (and their battered ego) against the world. The stories go out. The stories come back. No explanation is... Continue Reading →

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2017 – The Year in Writing

I know, it's not over yet. But like many, I feel the urge to cash in on this year and focus on the next. This thing we call 2017 was disappointing in so many ways, horrifying in so many others. So, did anything good happen? Well, yes. I left one disappointment of a job and... Continue Reading →

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NaNoWriMo – Will He or Won’t He?

Every time I decide I'm going to buckle down and tackle the insane challenge of writing 50,000 words during National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in November, something goes wrong. In my performing days, November was the month for getting ready for a holiday show. Extra rehearsals, memorizing music, and practicing choreography hardly left me with... Continue Reading →

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On Being Intimidated by Other Writers

These are some of the stories I've encountered lately that make me question whether or not I'm a good writer or have anything to say that merits the attention: Dust, by Daniel Jose Older (from the anthology Sunvault: Stories of Solarpunk and Ecospeculation) Intimidation factor: Science fiction that reads like fantasy, with a gritty realness... Continue Reading →

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Whose Story Do I Get To Write?

This is a contentious topic both for me and for the literary community at large: whose stories do I get to tell? If the only stories I get to write are those of middle-aged white gay men of middling privilege, well, yawn! Who wants that career? Stores full of clones of myself? Granted, I'm a fascinating... Continue Reading →

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Lunacon – Shenanigans!

Fans and folks, this coming weekend, April 7-9 in Tarrytown, NY, is Lunacon 2017, which is, according to the website, "the New York area's longest-running Science Fiction convention." Pretty cool, yes? And this year, the Brooklyn Speculative Fiction Writers will be there, doing it up right! We have a reading on Friday night as a... Continue Reading →

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Slowly Coming Around

As convention season approaches (assuming there IS a convention season), I kick myself in the ass, as always, for not having more published stories out in the world. Alas, alack, and all that. I have only myself to blame. In particular, my allergy to editing, which I have written about a year ago. Well, time... Continue Reading →

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