2025 Recap

Another year in the books, another year of successes and setbacks. Highlights!

Publications

This year I had two pieces that went the distance. The first was a dream pub in F(r)iction Magazine. Echoes from the Abyss was based on a character from a novel idea I had, and when I saw they had an oceans themed issue I had to submit. And it’s a good thing I did.

The other piece I had published was my first ever poem. By that I mean the first one I ever wrote with the intent to send out. Usually poetry and I don’t get along well, but inspiration strikes whenever it wants. Unanimous was about Ichiro Suzuki and how he should have been unanimously elected into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

I actually heard from one of Under Review’s editors the other day with feedback he’d recently received. He said that someone reached out to him unsolicited just to say how much they liked the poem. Noice. 🙂

Milestones

Aside from F(r)iction, which I consider a milestone as it was my first professional pay publication, I also finished my MFA in Creative Writing this year. I defended my thesis—the first third of a fantasy/mystery novel—and the feedback I received was overwhelmingly positive. One of the comments was that it read like an edited, published novel. I’ll take that any day.

Setbacks

So this is more of a writing inconvenience than a setback, but in the fall I went back to work. The prior year I’d been a stay at home dad with the baby, and I’d been able to write during nap time or if the grandparents wanted a turn with the baby.

Now I’m a middle school special ed math teacher. I’d been hopeful that I could write during prep periods, but those ended up being mostly non-existent. And working at a low-income school… let’s just say that the kids can be draining. By the end of the day, after a full day of school and an evening of my own kids, believe me when I say I’m in no condition to write. What started as 200 pages written over 6 months before work became 6 pages written over 4 months once I started.

I won’t blame everything on the job though. I get distracted with new ideas often. Sometimes it’s a good thing. Just today I finished the first draft of a middle grade novel I’m tentatively calling The Fart Heist. This summer I wrote a two short stories that I really need to get back to as well as an essay that I’m almost ready to go back to.

The essay was about my dad. He died in August and it still is strange whenever I remember he’s gone. It was especially in my mind around the holidays since he used to host Thanksgiving every year and just now at Christmas too. Eventually I’ll get back to it. I don’t know that I’ll ever try and publish it, but it’s something for me at the very least.

Looking Forward

I’m no longer hopeful I can get any real writing done during the school year. Breaks will be nice (most of that middle grade novel was written during winter break), but to finish the novel that was my thesis, I’ll probably have to wait until summer. The toddler will be in day care and the soon-to-be third grader will be able to mostly occupy himself when I need writing time.

I haven’t sent anything short out for a while, so I don’t expect any more lit mag publications anytime soon. Unless something crazy convenient comes up, of course. But I think over the next few days I’ll work on The Fart Heist, hopefully have it ready to send out by the end of spring break, and then I can get back to the novel once school’s out.

Thank to all who visit this site. The numbers aren’t spectacular, but they’re consistent. I appreciate it. I hope you all have a wonderful 2026.

Until next time,

Eric

2025 Reading Recap

It’s that time of year again. Time to look back at all the things I’ve read, think about all the time I spent not playing video games or writing or Lego or doing things with my family. If I manage to finish my current read I’ll be at 36 for the year. Not as much as last year, but I’ve had considerably less free time this year.

Here’s a breakdown (in roughly the order in which they were read) with a quick snippet of my thoughts:

The Brightness Between Us by Eliot Schrefer.

The sequel to The Darkness Outside Us provides a before and after of the events of the first book. It’s tragic in that you can (intentionally) see downfall and heartbreak coming, and hopeful in that love will always find a way.

Berserk, Volumes 2-11, by Kentaro Miura

I watched the animated movies a few years back and when I saw these giant tomes on my library’s shelves, I had to see what it was about. If you enjoyed the world of Berserk, it was nice to see the larger story. But oh dang is it gory and rapey and it does nothing to romanticize either of those traits. At points I wanted to be done with it, but as with many stories, I wanted to see how it played out (though I have stalled out at Vol 11).

Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson

Probably my top book of the year, this did a better job than its predecessors in its integration of characters’ physical and mental impairments. Prior books seemed to err on over explanation when the risk of overlooking aspects was present. This book relied more on connotative readings than denotative explanations, which I very much appreciated.

The Wild Robot by Peter Brown

I started reading this to my kid before bedtime and it was refreshing to experience the innocent experiences of the robot and its understanding of the new world around it. Heartbreak was real and natural, and it never felt like it was trying to teach a lesson even though it very much was.

Tripwire by Lee Child

At this point in my life it’s hard to truly surprise me with an earned plot twist. Tripwire toed the line between earned and unearned, but the resolution was satisfying enough that I didn’t care. This felt like the third in a trilogy as opposed to number three of many, so I’m curious as to how number four presents itself.

The Memory of Souls by Jenn Lyons

I’ve said before that Jenn Lyons is a fantastic world-builder, and this book only further reinforces that opinion. Hints and offhand comments from prior books become important and narratively impactful in ways that continually impressed me. While this series (like Sanderson’s Stormlight) falls victim to heavy-handed ethics explanations, this book did a good job of presenting issues in a more natural manner.

The Broken Eye by Brent Weeks

As with the prior two Lightbringer books, Brent Weeks once again makes me want to hate him. The last two books each introduced a concept that I’d already been planning on using in stories of my own. So did this one. But my hatred is a joking hate. I really enjoy the books, and The Broken Eye was a great stepping stone into wider stakes for Kip’s world.

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King

Many years ago I bought a pop-up version of this book. It was adapted from the original by another writer, though King’s name was still on it. I wanted to give the actual book a go and, as always, I’m super impressed by and envious of Stephen King. This is a great personal stakes story which blurs the line between reality and psychosis/terror, and I will always be drawn into a story with a good baseball hook.

The Blood Mirror by Brent Weeks

Finally, a Brent Weeks book that doesn’t preemptively steal my ideas 🙂 I’m writing this after finishing the whole series, and it’s safe to say this was the book that struggled the most, but as with any book that advances weeks or months between chapters, there’s a lot of room for lost investment. It wasn’t a bad book, but I was definitely ready for the next one (which was as good as the previous ones).

Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders

Weird. Just… weird. I love the idea of working real history into a story, and Saunders does a great job presenting the history—both the actual accounts and his fictionalized ones—so that I couldn’t always tell which were real and which weren’t. I listened to the audiobook for this one, and Nick Offerman really brought some fun life into all the death.

Amulet, books 1-4, by Kazu Kibuishi

Another before bedtime read with my kid. I can see why these are so popular and are in so many classrooms I visit. The story and stakes are both serious and heavy, but not so oppressive that my second-grader is dissuaded from reading it. These books made me want to write graphic novels.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riodan

I’d never read this growing up, though I’d watched the movies (where my crush on Alexandra Daddario started) and the new TV show. My wife kept saying how funny the books were so this was another bedtime read with the kid. I think watching it first made some of the twists less surprising. But I also think it’s written as early YA for a reason. What’s predictable and tropey for me will be novel for younger readers.

White Sand by Brandon Sanderson

As with all Sanderson, fun concept and fun magic. I think the medium of graphic novel missed the mark though. Even taking into the account that I can’t picture things in my mind and that visual mediums are super intriguing to me, there were so many times reading this that I thought it’d work better as a traditional novel.

A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas

The worst of the ACOTAR books by far. The only reason I continued to read was because Cassian needed a better ending and I really wanted it to happen. Nesta’s whole arc was forced and she was a terrible character. Any by that I don’t just mean her character was a terrible person (which she was) but that the presentation was done terribly (which it definitely was). The massive increase in explicit sexy times wasn’t enough to make up for Nesta being Nesta.

Billy Summers by Stephen King

I have a friend who is convinced that everything Stephen King writes is straight horror. Or, he was and now only claims that to bug me. This is a great King story that shows how great of a character writer King is. There’s only the barest hint of the supernatural toward the end, and it was more of a nod than real story integration. Billy Summers is a good bad guy and a bad good guy and the whole book is him figuring out which one of those he is.

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides

I want to praise the book without spoiling the ending. I only figured it out about halfway through, which is high praise from me. And as someone who primarily reads sci-fi and fantasy, the fact that a story set entirely in mundane reality was able to engage me says a lot about its effectiveness.

The Burning White by Brent Weeks

The Lightbringer finale. As with most fantasy books, there’s an epic battle. I feel like the one battle was a third of the book. And that’s not a bad thing. At this point there are so many characters the reader has become invested in that each of their roles in that battle are equally emotionally important and so instead of one long tiresome battle, it feels like a whole bunch of smaller arc climaxes all climaxing together. Yeah, I know how that sounds. I said what I said.

Isles of the Emberdark by Brandon Sanderson

This was a fun journey back to a great Sanderson short story. Unfortunately, the book seemed like a vessel to introduce a character/set of characters into the greater Cosmere as opposed to a solid narrative of its own. There are two main POVs, and I don’t think either got the time they deserved or that we needed.

The House of Always by Jenn Lyons

The fourth in the Chorus of Dragons series, the narrative is presented much like the others, in real-time as well as personal accounts of past events. In this book Lyons really starts to weave together many of the until now disparate characters, especially since most of them are forced to be in the same physical space for a majority of the real-time narrative. This was less world-building heavy than the prior books, and more character driven.

The Book Thief by Mark Zusak

I read this because of a recommendation pertaining to the book’s narrator: Death. A YA WWII book following the life of a young German girl, it was a presentation of events I’d not seen before. There are tons of books from the Jewish perspective or an American perspective, but this was the first I seen about a young German. There were some fun narrative tricks and strategies that paid off well by the end.

The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams

Given that this book is almost as old as I am, it’s hard to know what was innovative and what is just trope regurgitation. I’ll give the benefit of the doubt and say that some of the concepts were novel. With that assumption, my biggest criticism is that it took forever to get going. It’s a long book, and the first half felt like exposition forced into a narrative. It was early mainstream fantasy though, and the genre was still trying to figure things out.

The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin

If you’ve ever come across the idea of making a wish from a genie but not being specific enough and things go horribly awry, this is that story but without magic. Well, without that label. It was a fun, quick read that was fueled by a concept and the ethics surrounding it. My kind of story. 🙂

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon

I criticized Dragonbone Chair of starting too slow and gave it a pass because of when it came out. This book doesn’t have that excuse. There’s fantastic world-building and eventually it paid off, but it took a little bit to get there.

That’s 2025. In 2024 I noticed a reading trend: time-travel stories. Very straightforward and blatant. This year was less straightforward. But if there’s any sort of through line it’s that I read books that focused on how their worlds worked—ethically, structurally, emotionally—and that I had little patience for stories that confused explanation with depth.

My current read is Kindred by Octavia E. Butler and waiting in the wings is How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe by Charles Yu, so we’ll see how those influence what’s to come in 2026.

I’m in the New F(r)iction Issue!

My lifelong writing goal has always been simple: walk into a Barnes and Noble and see my name on a book. Well, I’m almost there 🙂

Instead of seeing my name on a book, I can see my name in one. F(r)iction’s newest issue, Oceans, is out, and unlike every other print magazine I’ve been published in—which were only available online—F(r)iction is stocked in Barnes and Nobles stores across the country! They already sent me my contributor copies, but I still had to go see my name in person.

As you can see, F(r)iction is not your ordinary literary magazine. Each issue is themed, and each piece has custom art created for it. I got a behind the scenes peek at their whole process and it is crazy cool.

I first saw F(r)iction three years ago at AWP in Seattle, and I knew immediately that if there was any magazine that I wanted a piece in, it was F(r)iction. I didn’t realize the issues were themed initially, and the first piece I sent in got rejected. But when I saw the Oceans theme coming I knew exactly what story I wanted to tell. It was mere days after submitting that they responded and wanted to work with me.

I don’t want to give any spoilers, but the story is based on a character from a novel I’ve outlined. I changed him a little so it made sense for a short story, but the novel’s character is a marine geologist who makes a world changing discovery near some thermal vents. For the short story I took the implications of his discovery, shaped them into a character, seasoned them with relationship drama, then let it simmer until the story was fully cooked.

I do have to thank Nate and Helen over at F(r)iction. Especially Nate. Without their input this story wouldn’t have the same oomph. We writers always have blind spots and they did an amazing job shining a light on what I was overlooking.

So head to your local Barnes and Noble and find it in their newsstand section (You may want to call first to see if they have it, the only location in my area that did was the Mall of America location). Or order it online if that’s easier. My story isn’t the only fun read in the issue either. You’ll find my story alongside work by Charlie Jane Anders, James Bradley, Dr. Ocean, and other brilliant contributors. It’s a gorgeous issue—go check it out.

Publication Announcement!… A Poem?

I’ve always said poetry and I don’t get along.

Unless we’re talking about Shel Silverstein or Lewis Carroll. Maybe some Wallace Stevens.

Anyway, poetry wasn’t something I ever wanted to write.

But this spring, I was at a reading and heard someone (apologies for forgetting exactly who) perform a poem about Kobe Bryant—and I got inspired.

Around the same time, Ichiro Suzuki had just been elected to the MLB Hall of Fame. And for some mind-boggling reason, one voter decided not to check the box. Ichiro missed a unanimous induction by one vote. One. Vote.

I won’t go on a rant about how idiotic that is (because you’d be reading for the next half hour). Instead, I’ll share the poem I wrote about that travesty—hot off the press as of this morning.

It’s a short read. I hope you enjoy it.

https://www.underreviewlit.com/new-blog/unanimous

The End is in Sight…. Farewell Hamline

This is it. One more day and I’ll have my MFA in hand and a noticeable amount of time now available to write things of my choosing. I don’t want that to sound like I’m complaining about the work I did in the MFA—many of my published short pieces came directly from assignments. But I do have drafts of four different novels that I haven’t had time to go back to, so this summer will include a fair amount of editing and revising.

But I’m just about done. Tonight I’ll read a portion of my thesis to what’ll probably be a medium-sized group of people, and then commencement is tomorrow. I even get one of those fancy hoods. Ooooh. 🙂

It’s crazy to think about what’s happened since I enrolled in the program. The plan was always to do one class a semester, but then covid hit and lockdown plus a two-year-old makes all plans go out the window. When I started, my son was one. He turned seven last month. When I started, I was working at a finance job I’d been at for over a decade. Now, three jobs later, I’m interviewing for teaching positions. When I started, Trump was president. Now… oh. Shit.

My first published piece resulted from one of my classes making me write creative non-fiction. Several fiction publications followed, and just a few days ago I heard that a poem—yes, a poem—of mine was accepted into a magazine. I didn’t write it as part of MFA coursework, but I did so while surrounded by MFA people.

I doubt I’ll divorce myself entirely from the program. Reading for Water-Stone will hopefully be a thing this winter, and the MFAC (children’s lit MFA) program has lecture passes that I’ve already made use of. Not to mention the people.

There aren’t many places where you can find people who can give good, quality feedback on your writing. I was lucky enough to find some in my wife and best friend, but they are just two people, and, as I learned after writing a horror story, they can’t be good readers for everything. But when you leave with your MFA, you also leave with a community.

I’m hoping life both will and won’t change. I hope it will so I can get those books finished. 🙂 I hope it won’t in that I might stop by Hamline’s Creative Writing house and chat with Meghan or I could attend events at which alums and students are reading. However it works out, the MFA was a wonderful experience and has transformed me from a person who sometimes writes into a writer.