I’m the (often) sleep-addled 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. That’s me in the drawn portrait (courtesy of Lilith) to the left. Nicholas Rinth is just a pseudonym. I also go by blob80 on other writing sites. It pretty much defeats the purpose when I say it, 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 was raised on a steady diet of Rise Against, Audioslave, Conor Oberst, Jawbreaker, Noel Gallagher, Talking Heads, Linkin Park, The Smiths, The Las, and The Doors. I like other bands and singers, too, of course, but rarely as much. 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 been consumed by Dragon Age, Soul Nomad, Berserk, One Piece, and tattoos for longer than I can remember.
I run on a perfectly unhealthy mix of sweets and coffee… or what’s known in my house as the “speed-run diet.” (The corny geek humor also runs in the family, and I’m sorry for it.)
Wont to trance, the only hobby that’s 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 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. (Willa Cather, Algernon Swinburne, David Gaider, JRR Tolkien, Erin Morgenstern, Leo Tolstoy, Emil Cioran, 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 else. It’s a curse. But expelling emotions does produce some rather delightful results. You’ll see that in a few of the pieces I have up on this blog.
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?