At 41, Japheth was broadsided by a realization that he was halfway to his dirt-nap. This triggered a torrent of existential navel-gazing. That “someday” novel that he’d carried with him all those years became important. Urgent. In the clarity of his half-dead analysis, he decided it was time to take action. He began writing.
Eight years later, faced with a half dozen novels at varying stages of not done yet, Japheth decided to write short fiction. In the interest of experiencing the fabled condition known as “done,” he made a commitment to publishing short fiction every week. Today, the PEWPEWHUZZAH blog and Substack are the fruit of that decision.
