First, that’s my picture in the header up there, so you can have a little peek at my handwriting and work station. It’s not big, but its comfortable and, more importantly, it’s mine.
Now, where to begin?
I’m the caffeine-addicted author of the poetry and prose book, Sitting in Silence, and the NA fantasy series, Heartstone, which you can find more information on in my BOOKS tab above. And if it wasn’t obvious by my pictures here, then Nicholas Rinth is a pseudonym—defeats the purpose when I show you my face, huh?—but this is more for my sake since I’m not a fan of constant reiteration. I prefer writing under a nom de plume. There is comfort in anonymity, however little that may be with the internet nowadays.
I’m a huge fan of everything and anything Noel Gallagher. His tunes are the sound of my soul, and I doubt that will ever change. I like other singers as well, but not nearly as much. And though I try my best to keep my loving praise contained to my other social media accounts, it does tend to leak here every now and again. So, if you stick around long enough, you’ll certainly find the occasional, overexcited rant. I’ve also got a thing for Dragon Age, Soul Nomad, Berserk, tattoos, and old, Victorian style things!
I run on a perfectly unhealthy mix of sweets, coffee, and black tea—or what’s known in my house as the “speed-run diet.” (The dark, geek humor also runs in the family.)
Wont to trance, the only thing that’s truly held my attention throughout the years is writing. I tend to binge write when the mood strikes and procrastinate when it doesn’t. I read books when I can, and I like to think I’ve read a lot, but life gets in the way most days, so my backlog has been steadily growing larger and taller and more menacing as of late. Looking at it terrifies me. I do, however, tend to make time for authors that I love—even if it is just to reread their books. (David Gaider, JRR Tolkien, Erin Morgenstern, Leo Tolstoy, Emil Cioran, Rainer Maria Rilke, Stephen King, Ian McEwan, half a dozen others.)
When I do happen to be in the mood to put pen to page (or hand to keyboard in my case), I end up writing until my fingers ache and my head is too fried to think much of anything. It’s a curse. But expelling emotions does produce some rather delightful results—and you’ll see that in a few of the pieces I have up on this blog.
Think of this site as a place that grants you an all access peek into the voices inside my head and to the muses that govern my mind. I won’t make you leave, so browse until you’re tired of doing so. You’re always welcome here, free of charge, too, so long as you enjoy your stay. I certainly am. (Most days, anyhow.)
If you’d like to contact me, feel free to. I read all of your open letters, though I’m sorry to say that I can’t always guarantee a timely response. Life beckons, and though I’d love to ignore him—yes, life is a guy to me—he’s selfish and demanding and has the utterly mind-boggling ability to push my buttons in ways that never fail to get my undivided attention. But this is a discussion for another time, in another place. For now, just know that any questions and concerns you might have for me can be directed to my email via the contact page above or to one of my social media accounts in the menu below.
Hope to hear from you, yeah?