J. Robert Matthewson ♾️🐿️♾️💻

Promo graphic for The Healers series. Tagline: Sometimes home is a place, sometimes it's a person. Mockups to the right of 3 paperbacks. Left side text: * backpack fantasy + settling down in a new town * overcoming cultural differences * flawed leads grow as people together Right side text: covers: miblart.com Background is a photo of a field of wildflowers (stock, real as far as I can tell)

Promo graphic: mockups of 2 book covers in top left and bottom right, as ebook and paperback. Tagline: Not the chosen one, just doing my best / How I Became a Therapist in Another World left side text: Cover art: franlangleyart.carrd.co * Novella series * Queernorm fantasy world * Isekai with a twist * Empathy as a superpower Right side text: side story collection also out now! cover art: yirien.carrd.co Background is a photo of a forest (stock, real as far as I can tell)

Trope (ish) graphic for The Strangers' Sanctuary. Tagline: When home betrays you, build a new home. Mockup in center of ereader and paperback with cover: a woman and a man leaning on a fence, gazing over a hilly landscape. Left side text: * queernorm world & mostly queer cast * thorny themes, cozy setting * small-town festivals & gatherings * supportive mentors * found family (when the first one fails you) Center text: cover: maybarros.carrd.co Right side text: a small-scale fantasy novel with trauma, triumph and community Background is a photo of the Tuscan countryside (stock, real as far as I can tell)

Here are some books I wrote. Available everywhere (inc. some libraries & Kobo+), usual price $4.99 USD ebook, $15-20 print.

Healers ⛺⚕️https://www.serobertsonfiction.com/books/
Therapist 🛋️🐉 www.serobertsonfiction.com/c-a-moss-lig...
Strangers ⚔️📕 www.serobertsonfiction.com/the-stranger...

The image depicts a comic. Panel one shows the main character lying in bed with a heating pad. Panel two shows the same image, but now a cat has appeared on the heating pad. Panel three shows the same image, but a second cat has appeared alongside the first on the heating pad. Panel four shows the same image with two cats on the heating pad, one dropping from the ceiling, and one entering through the window.

Coffee mug in front of a Christmas tree. Text on mug reads: This is what a published author looks like.

Promo ad for Smashwords 2025 End of the Year Sale. Dec 8th - Jan 1st. Ebooks discounted from 25% to 100% off. Smashwords.com/sale

New Post! The Gist: The ebook of Tales of a Stranger Sister is going on sale starting Monday for 50% off ($1.49 or the nearest local equivalent) until New Year's Day.

www.infinitesquirrels.com/2025/12/06/s...

#booksky #writersky #indieauthor #indiefantasy #ebooks #smashwords

a boy is sitting in front of a television playing mario ALT: a boy is sitting in front of a television playing mario

When I was in college we didn't have "Retro Gaming." We only had "Too poor to buy a PS1/2 and stuck still playing NES/SNES/Genesis carts."

I need to figure out the exact moment tech goes from "old & outdated" to "classic & antique), so I can horde that shit on the cheap & make a effin' mint.

🎶 Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys🎶

A digital illustration of the Doof Warrior from Mad Max: Fury Road. He’s a guy in a red union suit wearing a strange shapeless leather mask/helmet thing. He’s playing a jerry-rigged double-necked guitar made out of junk and spare parts that includes a flamethrower between the two necks which is currently throwing flames. He is suspended in a dramatic jumping pose by some bungee cords I didn’t actually draw in, in front of a huge stack of implied amps and speakers which, if you look hard enough, are actually the words ‘Maybe it will happen today’.

Pretty much what I expect from the National Lampoon administration

This is the best anime ED

I dunno if I should refer to 2025 as "The Year where we're not allowed to enjoy a single goddamn thing" or "The Year of a Thousand Milkshake Ducks."

Hobbit hiking is dope. Pretty scenery. Trail snacks. Long discussions about writing. I did Ranger hiking as a Scout. I'm all about Hobbit Hiking now.

This comic is pretty much a succinct encapsulation of 21st century America.

a cartoon drawing of a red box and a roll of paper towels ALT: a cartoon drawing of a red box and a roll of paper towels

Has there ever been a product more useless at its designated purpose than Scott paper towels?

Yeah, you get 3x more than the name brand for the price, but if you have to use 4x as many to even do a mediocre version of the job the name brand does, are you actually saving anything?

#WritingPrompt

I need to try harder at promoting 🫠

I wrote a story about becoming a better person than you were taught you could be, plus there's some magic around, but that's mostly used for rainwater management and farming. There are also goats. And food porn. What if cozy, except angry?

ED3 - Shōjo Kakumei Utena/Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997)

Rose & release - Masami Okui

#Anime #Animesky #RetroAnime #Ending #AnimeEnding #Utena #ShoujoKamukeiUtena #RevolutionaryGirlUtena #ChihoSaitō #JCStaff

"Go A.I., watch shoppers go Bye Bye."

He knows what he did.

Santa Claus from "Sanda"

Me: My Cosplay days area long over. I'm too old and grizzled to look like any chara...

+watches Sanda episode 6+

...goddammit. +starts looking up track suits on Amazon+

Not my favorite series of all time, but most favorite dub by far is Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. Not a bad performance from amongst the entire cast.

“You will be visited by three spirits”

Pecan pie

My contribution to Thanksgiving dinner. It was delicious.

Text: The harvest festival meal was always a sight to behold. An absurdly long row of tables filled with every epicurean delight that Kelta Lior could offer, along with many others from beyond our borders. We joined the line with our neighbors and started the process of constructing the perfect harvest festival meal. It was often too easy to become paralyzed by the sheer number of choices available to indulge in. At the meat carving stations alone there was roasted pheasant, grouse, duck, goose, and turkey, all with browned and crispy skin. There were lamb chops drenched in garlic and butter, fat beef ribs that had been cooked in beer, and roasted suckling pig. If none of those options tempted you, there was still wild rabbit stew, chicken pies, venison sausages, and grilled skewers of goat and mutton. If one wasn’t careful, they could fill a plate too quickly and find themselves regretting not leaving room for something else later down the line that looked equally appetizing. Indeed, some villagers had turned creating a plate for themselves into an artistic display of culinary balancing. By the time I reached the end of the serving line, I was very satisfied with my selections. There was a generous portion of dark, slightly greasy roasted duck meat along with a lamb chop. On top of that was a thick slice of sourdough bread slathered in butter and honey. In regard to the actual harvest, I took a sweet potato that had been roasted on the coals of the fire pits, a copious pile of string beans with bacon, and an ear of roasted yellow sweet corn, which while much starchier and slightly less sweet than the corn we ate at midsummer, was still delicious when coated in butter and salt. Probably the most difficult decision of the day came as I passed by the dessert table. From amongst the unfathomable number of cookies, cakes and pastries, I finally settled on a slice of buttermilk pie, which smelled wonderfully strongly of nutmeg and cinnamon.

Text: The harvest festival meal was always a sight to behold. An absurdly long row of tables filled with every epicurean delight that Kelta Lior could offer, along with many others from beyond our borders. We joined the line with our neighbors and started the process of constructing the perfect harvest festival meal. It was often too easy to become paralyzed by the sheer number of choices available to indulge in. At the meat carving stations alone there was roasted pheasant, grouse, duck, goose, and turkey, all with browned and crispy skin. There were lamb chops drenched in garlic and butter, fat beef ribs that had been cooked in beer, and roasted suckling pig. If none of those options tempted you, there was still wild rabbit stew, chicken pies, venison sausages, and grilled skewers of goat and mutton. If one wasn’t careful, they could fill a plate too quickly and find themselves regretting not leaving room for something else later down the line that looked equally appetizing. Indeed, some villagers had turned creating a plate for themselves into an artistic display of culinary balancing. By the time I reached the end of the serving line, I was very satisfied with my selections. There was a generous portion of dark, slightly greasy roasted duck meat along with a lamb chop. On top of that was a thick slice of sourdough bread slathered in butter and honey. In regard to the actual harvest, I took a sweet potato that had been roasted on the coals of the fire pits, a copious pile of string beans with bacon, and an ear of roasted yellow sweet corn, which while much starchier and slightly less sweet than the corn we ate at midsummer, was still delicious when coated in butter and salt. Probably the most difficult decision of the day came as I passed by the dessert table. From amongst the unfathomable number of cookies, cakes and pastries, I finally settled on a slice of buttermilk pie, which smelled wonderfully strongly of nutmeg and cinnamon.

Happy Thanksgiving to anyone choosing to celebrate (& no guff to anyone who doesn't for any and all reasons.)

Admission: when I finally got to write the Harvest Festival meal scenes, I may have been projecting my own perfect spread to greet me in the afterlife.

#writersky #booksky #Indieauthor

I'm fully in favor of Pies-giving.

A digital approximation of a child’s crayon drawing. Am outline traced around a hand has been transformed into a turkey in profile, filled in roughly with brown, and with the fingers becoming green, red, orange, and yellow feathers and a bird’s eye, beak and wattle added to make the thumb into a head facing to the right. A pilgrim hat with buckle has been put on the turkey’s head and its stick feet are standing on green crayon grass. To the left, either in the distance or much smaller is a stick figure pilgrim with similarly buckled hat holding a hatchet. The turkey has a very roughly drawn speech bubble containing the words ‘Maybe it will happen today’.

Hey, props to writers who got literally anything done this year.

Still, too many other red flags to ignore in the email and the awesomely, amazing spouse confirmed the type of scam it was. I call them my self-pub guru for a very good reason.

Anyway, be careful out there, fellow writers.

Despite the "faking your way through a book report having only pulled the book out of your backpack the morning it's due" energy, I still desperately wanted to believe that it could be legit because I'm only human and I like affirmation as much as anyone else.

a woman in a pink sweater is sitting at a table with a stack of books . ALT: a woman in a pink sweater is sitting at a table with a stack of books .

Got my first scam email saying that my "upcoming" book (the one that's already out & I've been beating people over the head with for 8 months now) would be perfect for their December book club profile.

Then proceeded to tell me why by rereading my own blurb back to me.

Red squirrel jumping through space, with a long flowing tail turning into a nebula.

Cosmic Squirrel ✨

He leaves a dead bear on your porch.

almost every novelist you read who's not from the airport fiction or bestseller sections is working a full on day job, including multi-award winners and absolute legends, or they have a spouse or trust that supports them. virtually across the board. just normalize in your mind that's how it works.