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Evenin’ Goofies, It’s your resident best friend, lover, boo thang, and favorite traveler who occasionally gets tricked by foreign food menus. I arrived in Brussels with a strict, sensible plan. I had done my research, mapped out where I wanted to eat, and was fully committed to keeping my spending under control while enjoying a…
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Evenin’ Goofies, It’s me again. The brave, beautiful, ever-loving, and all-around good person, JMalrix.I’m coming at y’all live and hot—literally—from Bistro Régent near Bastille Square here in Paris.Now, where I am right this second doesn’t matter nearly as much as the wild, slightly ridiculous journey of how I got here. You see, I was walking…
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Evenin’ Goofies, I feel like I need to take a moment and talk to y’all about something that’s been sitting on my mind lately. There is a crap-ton of money in the entertainment industry. Not a little bit. Not a modest amount. The entertainment media apparatus is flowing with so much capital that executives literally…
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Evenin’ Goofies,It’s your lover, best friend, future emotionally unavailable fiancé, and your favorite writer’s favorite writer.It’s me again, reporting live from another trip. Before you ask—no, I haven’t suddenly pivoted to becoming a travel blogger. This time, it’s a work trip.I’m currently out here in New Mexico—Albuquerque, to be exact. I’m over here doing engineering…
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Evenin’ Goofies, This is your resident best friend, lover, boo thang, and frustrated travel enthusiast who is yet again on another flight to somewhere in the world. Today, it’s my hometown for a family reunion! But before I get to the family chaos, lemme take a moment to talk about Delta and TSA. Girl, boy,…
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Evenin’ Goofies, The funny thing about getting older is that you stop asking yourself whether you’re perfect, and you start asking much stranger, deeply unsettling questions. Questions like: “Have I accidentally been terrifying people this whole time?” Allow me to explain. A friend was recently recounting a story to me from years ago. According to them,…
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Goofies. Stop what you are doing. The universe is actively playing in my face. I wish this was a dream. I wish I could tell you this was just another layer of dream logic cooked up by my chaotic subconscious, but no. This is real life. This happened in my actual bathroom, at home, and I am…
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Evenin’’ Goofies! It’s your resident nighttime traveler coming to you live from the road. Yes, I am traveling *again*—I know, I know, the math isn’t mathing based on how much I swear I don’t do this, but here we are✌️😅🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♂️. This time, I’m the one behind the wheel, driving back from seeing a good friend.…
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Evenin’ Goofies, It’s official: I am done writing Secret Chords. Not “done” like I hate it, but finished with the entire story. I have a real mix of feelings now that the project is officially wrapped. First off, I think you are gonna love it! I’ve tried to mix in as much realism as possible so…
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Evenin’ Goofies, My latest writing came from a very real, slightly nostalgic place. Many years ago, I briefly lived in Davenport, Florida, just outside of Orlando. Depending on traffic, I was only minutes away from Walt Disney World. I had annual passes and went often enough that I could tell the difference between a “busy”…
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Evenin’ Goofies, You all are in for a very special treat as your resident lover of all things good emerges from my blogging drought to bring you tidings from Playa Del Carmen. First off, allow me to bid farewell to my longtime comrade in cheapest: Spirit Airlines. Y’all, I booked this flight well in advance and…
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While I was in Mexico, I visited the Frida Kahlo museum. Something about her life genuinely stirred something in me. Her story was wonderfully tragic, painfully human, and somehow still full of beauty. Despite everything she endured physically and emotionally, she kept creating. She kept putting herself into her work. And the strange thing is……
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Evenin’ goofies, Yeah… I’m in Paris.I know. I know. Very on-brand for someone who disappears for a month and then casually respawns in a different country like it’s a side quest.But let me clear something up early. This is not Montreal. Montreal was… escape. That was me trying to get away from America. Reset. Breathe.…
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Evenin’ goofies! Alright. It’s been over a month. I know. Y’all thought I forgot about you. I didn’t. I’ve just been… moving. Living. Plotting. Writing. Traveling. Rethinking. Staring at ceilings. Eating tacos. Riding in cars with no drivers. Normal stuff. So yeah, your favorite absentee landlord has returned. Los Angeles. Let’s start there. I landed…
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Evenin, goofies… can we talk for a minute? I waited a day before writing this. Not because I wasn’t paying attention—but because I wanted to be sure this wasn’t just another moment where the internet ran faster than reality. It wasn’t. The capture of Nicolás Maduro by the United States is now real, public, and…
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Evenin’ Goofies—And Happy New Year! I won’t even lie to y’all—I think this is the first time I’ve ever slept through the New Year call. In past years, I’ve done a little of everything. I remember attending Watch Night services as a kid—an old African American tradition where church starts around 7 p.m. and runs until about…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter I haven’t posted Chapter 13 and beyond of Secret Chords on this blog. That’s not a cliffhanger tactic or a soft launch of a paywall. It’s mostly logistics—and a bit of honesty about how I actually work. The Simple Truth Managing releases across multiple platforms is a hassle. Not in a dramatic…
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Merry Christmas, goofies. Whether you’ve been here since the first awkward post or you just wandered in by accident, I’m really glad you’re here. This year didn’t come with fireworks or viral moments or a surprise Patreon boom—but it did come with stories, persistence, and one aggressively large candy cane. Honestly? I’ll take it. Today’s Releases (Yes,…
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Evenin’ Goofies, Today’s my birthday. That sentence still feels a little strange to type, mostly because for a long time I didn’t love what it meant. Growing up with a birthday this close to Christmas had a way of blurring the edges of celebration. There were years when I’d hear, “This is your birthday and…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → The third time, they met that next morning. Kristina arrived late—traffic, or so she said, though Theo suspected it was more about the emotional drag of returning to the site of something that felt increasingly important. She wore the same hoodie again, a badge of inside-joke now, and…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → They met again the following weekend, same café but a different corner. Kristina arrived early and commandeered a table next to the window, her sunglasses this time perched on top of her head. She wore the hoodie, but in a defiant, deliberate way, sleeves pushed to the elbows,…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → The coffee shop stood at the far end of a block where foot traffic gave way to half-empty patios and the slow churn of weekday lunch crowds. Theo had walked past it a dozen times, never quite registering the place except as a landmark between parking lots. Kristy…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → The ride share pool at the West Garage was a slab of concrete and sunlight, bordered by yellow caution tape and a lineup of parked minivans that looked identical except for the accumulation of bumper stickers and dings. Kristy paused at the curb, her back to the flow…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → He made it three steps toward the parking structure before his body staged a rebellion. Theo hesitated by the edge of the mezzanine, the crowd folding and refolding in front of him like code caught in a recursive loop. Somewhere out there, the girl—Kristy, she’d said—was probably gone,…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → Saturday at the Beverly Center was both a logistical nightmare and a ritual, if you knew how to play it. Theo approached the mall with the same attitude he brought to code sprints: pre-scout the endpoints, optimize for time-to-merge, deploy and retreat. Today’s objective was simple: procure a…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → She dressed for the part she wanted, not the part she’d been cast in. The hoodie was a shapeless navy from the men’s clearance rack, sleeves long enough to swallow her hands. The sweatpants had a drawstring she doubled for security, the elastic at the ankle cinched tight.…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → The Beverly Hills suite was a cathedral of glass and silence. Kristina’s bare feet sunk into a carpet so plush it muffled her steps, the insulation so total she could forget she was thirty floors above a city built on noise and electric desire. There were three rooms:…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → The first thing Kristina noticed was how every interview set smelled the same—some calculated mix of ozone, hairspray, and the leftover nervous sweat of last-hour’s guests. She had done this morning show before, years ago, when she was just an emerging artist with a recent burst of streams,…
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Table of Contents ← Previous Chapter Next Chapter → Night fell like a slow shutter over the city, one office tower at a time blinking from blue to black. In Theo’s apartment, the hum of the server room had been replaced by a near-vacuum, so quiet he could make out the faint, aquatic hush of traffic three…
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Evenin’ Goofies I’ve got something fun, chaotic, and extremely on-brand to announce. Secret Chords officially kicked off last week with Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 dropping on JMalrix.com + Royal Road + Wattpad… BUT. You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging with just 2 chapters, did you? Nah. On December 4, I’m dropping Chapters 3–8 all…
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Evenin’ Goofies This Thanksgiving, I didn’t want turkey. I didn’t want tradition. I didn’t even want the day to feel like a holiday. I wanted quiet. So I went north—far enough to feel like I’d crossed into another life, but close enough that I could get back home without planning a full expedition. Montréal has always…
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Evenin’, goofies— Chapter 2 of Secret Chords is officially live. Thank you all for the patience as I keep testing buttons, breaking things, unbreaking things, and rearranging the furniture on this website. I’m still learning the layout, still figuring out the best way to organize chapters, and still polishing the whole JMalrix experience. Your clicks, likes, reads,…
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The second chapter of Secret Chords, a romance by JMalrix. Read the full series for free.
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The first chapter of Secret Chords, a romance by JMalrix. Read the full series for free.