My first memory concerns the Haunted Mansion. The Disneyland one. We were –Land People, my family. The -World people, we didn’t like.
The first thing about my life I can remember is screaming. Gramma’s pulling me by the wrist into the lobby of the Haunted Mansion. There’s loud organ music. Between that and all my screaming, my eardrums are crackling. There are candelabras and cobblestones and graves and about a thousand strange kids staring at me.
And there is Gramma. My father’s sweet old mother. In this memory, she has been twisted, distorted into a demonic thing. She is all limbs and peeling sunburn flakes. Shrieking “YOU’LL LIKE IT!” She drags my five-year-old, struggling, chubby body into the cartoonish manor. My feet are an inch off the ground. I’m screaming, “No! No! No!”
But we are going in anyway. Continue reading “Happy Haunts”
Congrats to my amazing friend Rachel Leigh on this aw-shucks shoutout for her cover design of my novel The Man Who Ran for God. Thanks to thebookdesigner.com.
Easily the prettiest thing ever associated with my work.
Ryan E. Felton
Charlie didn’t like it at all when we told him they were building a new house on the vacant lot.
He loves to play out there, you know, with the neighbor kid. Tall grass and rock pits and ditches for hide-and-seek. Big hills to tumble down, dirt clods to throw, lots of space to ride bikes.
But now they’re gonna mow it down, pave it, put more houses back there. I’m a little sad, too. Continue reading “Taken Root”
Recently, I appeared with fellow copywriter Pres Maxson on Salesforce’s Marketing Cloudcast.
In this episode, we discuss writing ad copy, following brand guidelines, our side gigs as novelists, and the hill upon which I will certainly die—the Oxford comma.
The exhibit and book launch for Little Armored Ones was a dream.
This 60-page, full color book is an illustrated study of all 20 species of armadillos. On 3/3, we raised funds and awareness for the IUCN’s Anteater, Sloth, and Armadillo Specialist Group. (And I got to cuddle an armadillo.)
The book is for sale now!
I made this piece for my nine-year-old self, who searched in vain for something just like it every time he visited the library. But I hope it’s discovered by future animal lovers and conservationists, now that it’s finished.