Brief Author Bio:

Ja, I know that my name is misspelled (should be "NietzschesSohn").

I'm in Fort Worth because it's where the family house stands, the only place I don't have to pay rent. I'm not elsewhere because I put all my eggs into one graduate school's basket and they smashed 'em, with an explanationless explanation of why when I pressed them for one.

During the last four weeks, after returning from working at a Southern Baptist camp south of Austin, I noticed that God, at least what I meant when I said "God," was actually a bunch of phrases spoken in church gatherings and among those I've known throughout my last 22 years, combined with several delusions I've generated out of schizotypal wishful thinking. That and many other things that in the end just didn't check out.

After talking to my family about it, I realize my agnosticism even further and accept that only two groups could bury old idols: atheists and those with new gods. I on the other hand must keep all the old ideas and memories around as clues in my journey, my investigation of all things knowable.

That I'm dealing with a few mental health issues, on top of the stress that such a critical shift in my worldview causes me, may result in pretty dark, even transgressive content in the novel, to give a heads-up.

There's all the personal background to a novel of which I can think for a brief biography.