Written by
Sean Madden
Authorship & Original Creative Works
I write books to reach people however protracted the mechanism may shakeout it’s a qualitative story I believe utmost in.
They’re time capsules mirroring my attitude enduring steep freely launched wavelengths. When you spill all yourself, something universal capsizes.
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Marmalade’s Birthday Hat casts Bruce Coffee as a bugaboo prone New England weatherman struggling to accept his middle-aged modicum. Monologuing his befuddlement to a hermit crab, Mars, he decidedly disavows the science informing his forecast in favor of a more happenstance approach, one rooted in a desire for weather to oblige the barista humanity they witness each morning, relegating him spectacularly at odds with his production department. In need of a rebrand subsequent one giant leap basic cable implosion, Bruce stowaways to Greenland, though not the obvious entry. There, he decompresses the weekend serving at a Chinese Restaurant hybrid sports bar where he learns to socialize with a diverse slice of Americana culminating in their annual New Year celebration. Vis-à spaghetti fueled musings with a mysterious French woman named Justine at the nearby lunch haunt, low-income hijinks hatched schemes to jailbreak quarantined biddable pedigree dogs, Bruce confronts 21st century alienation. Well, until a bushy-tailed extraterrestrial named Sreya intervenes. She is hyper perceptive, she is culturally oblivious, she is disastrous effect hooked crook hellbent on making literal love. Marmalade’s Birthday Hat is sci-fi comedy stretching 95,000 words.
An irascible broth merging with the cosmos leavens Marmalade’s Birthday Hat where generationally abiding men accrue Fahrenheit cooking to a pulp parched for lifeforce. The hobgoblin of news cycle reliance flipping small potato spatulas. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years trickling along oven aroma, time is curious, it’s unabated, one moment it swoops, the next it scrams, it’s a lot like the weather oncome second thought’s halt. Have you ever craved a side of change of scenery’s surcharge?
Marmalade's birthday hat
time to be alive
Time to Be Alive begs the question what if the algorithm was a superficial product that you could weaponize. With how much malice would competing interests perform towards one another while its fortunes infiltrate the media finding genesis on Vietnam War funded AWOL television sets up for grabs on gameshows. Their scruple compassed tensions escalating behind the dotcom artifice traversing distant continents, tax brackets, lineal family trees, anything is foul in the ballpark of love and remorse.
Time to Be Alive pits Heritage Dove, the star pupil bachelorette party pun craftsman at a burgeoning wedding think-tank, against his egomaniacal boss, Magistrate Eldin Schnitzler’s warped corporate ethos. Threatened by his prodigious imagination, he enlists Heritage on a suicide mission under the conservatorship of his Jersey Shore obsessed henchman to assassinate the most valuable player on their rival softball team in contention for control of the algorithm. Meanwhile thousands of miles foregone we meet Desequoia Yap a Native American expat pitching Saigon television stations with surplus battlefront Dong the advent of reality TV. Desperate to strike it glitz and glamorous, Yap masterminds a crackpot exchange of ideas at the expense of hair loss prevention resulting in an outbreak of sportsmanlike violence rippling cross tidal centuries reaching present-day West Virginia allies where an unnurtured contract killer grows into her own impressment befitting the Greyhound racing backdrop of tribe casinos. Who will survive to dramatize the tale? Time to Be Alive is a screwball thriller accounting 98,000 words.
Marmalade’s Birthday Hat examines the edgeless pitfall of an atomized existence squandered in loudmouth diatribe. How the most resounding noise seems to boil courtesy of one-way trafficking, the main character has to self-destruct in order to overcome his own cookie cutter inertia. The plight of people born at the nexus of generations and the point the finger identity clash which fashions there a predisposition to unravel. I wanted to portray the output of guts and exposure to wrong side of the track variables vital to reframing your headfirst-personhood narrative. The absurdity of shortsighted dissemination plaguing the incubator fame pop arena feeds stunting progress and our capacity to emote. The insatiable alien is hilariously outsider journaling her every misstep, we root for her, she’s relatable by today’s standards wherein it’s implausible to transcend screens, communicate intuitively.
Time to Be Alive is similarly online concerned with artificial curation thwarting originality. The wartime setting delivers the message that you must be willing to soldier your ideas through the scourge of doubter battalion return fire likewise sports are deployed to dissect the competitor’s predicament the characters experience where one reconciles influence with plagiarism. Placing a bounty on the last vestiges of imagination teetering at the platform brink. Yap exhibits a caution to the stacked odd wind ferocity to defend it, has a hero’s heart. Aging is a critical theme of the work as we watch these characters develop over the course of their lifetimes to sobering payoff. The alopecia linchpin is a painful reminder of modern science’s limitations with propensity to fracture hyperbolic men in power. How trauma is internalized in bizarre pastime and formative comforts inherited from the family unit. Do you go to bat?
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meet me
I’m a 35-year-old Boston College graduate living in Baltimore City for almost a decade with day-to-day ties to the defense industry. I began writing jokes in my phone Notes on the metro commuting to and from the suburbs of Washington DC, it became an adult outlet for me after moving away from my friend circle up north, I slowly yet surely expanded them into character dialogue. Prior to that I excelled in Jesuit English courses and dabbled in Capitol Hill newsletter distributions. Marmalade’s Birthday Hat and Time to Be Alive are my first two novel forays.
I write to protect the memory of my resplendent upbringing that I worry will be lost too soon in the content diaspora churn. I’m tired of listening to talking and buzzword conjecture. It’s never been easier to pretend. Writing’s difficult, saps your time and strength, writing is doing, the ultimate individual test. Inspiring me from the get-go was Peggy Parish’s humorous sensibility in print it permeates my style along with an infatuation I have with iambic pentameter syllable counts utilized by playwrights I read in school which I’ve discovered cliffhangs theatre of mind in a subconscious way. It’s a helpful tool. The books give me purpose I often feel missing from my life.
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