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This is Byrontology
This is all Carrie Fisher’s fault.
When I was her assistant, she told me, “Take your broken heart and go make art.”
So I did.
I created a satirical cult for overthinkers, creatives, and the existentially exhausted.
Hi. I’m Byron.
Come closer.
I write stories you feel.
About failure. Love. Family. Success. Depression. Meaning.
And how to keep going.
Like:
What working for Carrie taught me about fame,
How the gay orgy tent at Burning Man snapped me out of a funk,
What I learned about love by losing my virginity to a TV weatherman,
Why being a published author doesn’t make you happy.
I also make small books you can hold.
I design, write, print, fold, staple, and mail them to you.
About a time when nothing was working. And how I survived.
About what helps when I can’t stop spiraling.
What people say:
“I’m sitting in a coffee shop reading this and tearing up like crazy.”
— Laura
“I read this on a 13-hour flight back from Portugal
and it caught me in exactly the right place.”
— Afonso
“This profound piece really hit home.”
— David
I’d like to send you something personal.
About being lost. And how I found my way back.
It’s a small gift. And I’ll share where you can find my stories and other books, if you want.
No junk.
Prefer something you can hold?
I made this.
See it here.
Want to keep looking around?








Happy to subscribe! I've only been on Substack for a few months, but I'm surprised I haven't bumped into you sooner! Going for humor in my newsletter as I push to get my latest book traditionally published, which has been a fifteen year dream--or nightmare--depending on the day. I'm your target audience!