Author: Nat Weaver

  • When AI Steals Your Book

    When AI Steals Your Book

    The way my brain works, it’s always turned on to new ideas for storytelling. Because of that, I always assume I’ll be writing until the day I die, even if I’m 130 years old when I do. But there was one time where I thought about stopping writing. It was after I discovered that Meta had stolen a pirated copy of my debut novel, Sweet Sixteen Killer, and used it to train their Meta AI.

    I felt so demoralized. It had taken me years to finally reach a place where I could start and finish a novel. I had even given up on the idea of writing novels for a while, thinking I’d be stuck writing short stories and screenplays. The big reason I struggled writing a novel was due to undiagnosed bipolar. After treating it for several years and getting stable, that was when I realized, “I think I can write a novel now.” And I did.

    And then, I put it out there. It sells some. Not a lot. But it does. I’m definitely not getting rich off of it. Yet. Maybe I will.

    But then, I discover Mark Zuckerberg who is sitting on mountains of cash steals it and feeds it into his damn AI so he can add to his mountains of cash. And then I realize, I did all of that work — four years of writing, editing, revising, formatting, graphic design, and eventually publishing just to train Meta AI and give Zuckerberg more money. Damn it was demoralizing.

    And I thought, “what’s the point?” Why am I bleeding on my keyboard for years, if it’s just to line Zuckerberg and his ilk’s pockets?

    Y’all, it was so damn demoralizing. I really was thinking of quitting writing. Never thought I would. And it wasn’t because I thought I was done, it’s because I felt so used.

    I eventually decided to keep going. And I’m glad I did, I’m writing even better stories than my debut novel now. And arguably more important ones. It still sucks and it’s still upsetting that billionaires and tech companies can just steal my books and get rich, but I know I’m writing good stories that people want to read and I love what I do. My mind was made for this and I’m not 130 years old yet, so I guess I gotta keep going.

    People like to roll their eyes and call people like me AI haters and other absurd things. I don’t know that I hate AI, because hatred is such a harsh thing and I don’t know that I’ve ever felt it ever. But I do find AI disgusting and gross and it once almost broke me. So yeah, I strongly dislike generative AI in its current form, primarily because of the theft.

  • 3 Things I learned about cults while creating a Christian cult for my novel Jonah of Olympic

    3 Things I learned about cults while creating a Christian cult for my novel Jonah of Olympic

    There’s a Christian cult in my second novel in the Mercedes Masterson Detective Stories series, Jonah of Olympic. The idea for this novel originated around 2011 or so when I asked myself how a conversation would go between Mercedes and a cult leader. And I played around with that dialogue between the two characters. It was fascinating and I ended up coming up with a few notes for a story that would include a cult and somewhere there would be this meeting of the two characters. I even came up with the title at the time.

    I didn’t start drafting Jonah of Olympic until January 2021. The months leading into January, I decided to spend a significant amount of time researching cults. As someone who was raised in Christian funamentalism, it’s not hard to imagine what that might look like, but I wanted the cult in my book to be a wholly original church though it may have elements that we all recognize. And so, I decided to read up as much as I could about several infamous cults and I decided on Jim Jone’s Peoples Temple, Heaven’s Gate, and one other the name of which escapes me. I read up a lot on Peoples Temple and the one I can’t recall, and with Heaven’s Gate I opted to watch an HBO documentary mini-series as a passive way of absorbing the informaiton right before I began writing. Here are a few things that stuck with me and informed a lot of the choices I made concerning the cult in my book.

    Jim Jones was preaching communism.

    Jones wanted to convert people to communism, but he knew America hated communism and wouldn’t accept that teaching. What he realized is that America will accept anything you sell them, so long as you wrap it up in a story about Jesus. And so, as he began, he was focused on teaching Christianity with little nods to communism brought out through Jesus’ teachings. Over time, he slowly slid the teachings and doctrines further and further from Jesus and closer to communism. In the end, it had less to do with Jesus and more to do with Jones’ version of communism.

    Without getting into spoilers, Jonah of Olmypic has a tagline in French (like the other stories in the series). The tagline reads “arrête les conneries,” which when translated to English is “cut the shit.” Culturally speaking, this is a French equivalant phrasing of saying “cut the bullshit.” During that dialogue between Mercedes and the cult leader, that one I started playing with so many years ago, he begins it by saying, “Now, I can tell you are a person who doesn’t appreciate bullshit. So, I would like to cut the bullshit for a moment, and just talk. Honest and open, no bullshit.” I refer to this scene as the bullshit monologue and it’s where we really learn about the cult leader and get a glimpse of his way of thinking. I’d be lying if I said Jones’ grift didn’t inform how I crafted this character.

    Jim Jones, a charismatic cult leader, had helpers.

    If you ask someone, or the internet, what a cult is at some point during that response you’ll likely be told that a cult is lead by a charismatic leader at the top. And while, that is sometimes true, it’s much more nuanced than that. And I think having that as part of the defintion makes it difficult for people to recognize when they are inside a cult, because if they don’t have a clear cult leader or if there’s a facade that makes it seem like their cult leader isn’t all controlling, people may wrongfully think they are not in a cult when they are.

    Jones didn’t do all the work alone. Sure, he was a charismatic leader heading up a cult of his own invention and he was the head of that snake. But much like dictators, he also had an inner circle of lieutenants who helped carry out his mission who were aware of what they were doing. They were part of the system. He wasn’t the only one manipulating and controlling his members, he had helpers.

    In Jonah of Olmypic, my cult leader does not work alone. He is a charismatic leader at the top of the heap, but he has an inner circle of men called apostles who are his helpers and who are in the know. Like most oppressive systems, when a cult grows it needs more than that one person at the top to help control its congregation. And so, a cult leader will look for helpers, his lieutenants, to help keep the system running.

    Heaven’s Gate had two cult leaders, one was a woman.

    Now, I wasn’t around when Jones did his thing, but I was a kid in the 1990s when the news broke that a cult, Heaven’s Gate, had died by mass suicide. If you had told me there were two cult leaders who created and ran Heaven’s Gate from the beginning before I watched the documentary, I would have been like, “Nah, it was the one funny looking bald dude.” But I would have been wrong. Heaven’s Gate came out of a chance meeting between him and a woman working in a psych ward. He was a music professosr and suffered a mental breakdown, and while in a psych ward the woman helping him get better bonded with him. After he got out, they went off into the woods for days and when they reemerged they had created a cult (not uncommon during the hippy days). She abandoned her husband and daughter, and the two of them went off to create Heaven’s Gate. They ran that cult together for years, and she eventually passed away from cancer in the 80s.

    This was fascinating to me on a number of levels. The first is that this was a cult I had been taught was run by a single charismatic leader, but in fact it was formed and lead by two. Sure, he was the only one left in the end, but that was not by choice. This is another example of how recognition of a cult by its singular cult leader isn’t a good descriptor. It was also equally fascinating to me because one of those leaders was a woman. We don’t typically see women rising to power as dictators or cult leaders, so it’s interesting that this was the case here.

    In Jonah of Olympic, the cult leader does not work alone, he has his helpers, but he also has one apostle that he keeps very close. This is not to say they are equals, not like Heaven’s Gate, but it does show that it is possible to be a cult even when the cult leader has helpers and confidants.

    Conclusion.

    If I had to summarize these findings, and give some advice on the way out the door of this post, it would be judge not a cult on how it dresses — how it looks or describes itself — but rather judge a cult on its behavior. A cult doesn’t need a singular charismatic leader at the top that controls all things, he can have helpers, and even equals, or at least give the appearance of such. Instead, a cult is most defined by how it treats its members. Does it control them in mind, deed, thought, and in what information they can consume? Those are characteristics to look for as opposed to some mythical cult leader creature.

    Or as Jesus himself put it, “Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit” (Matthew 7:16-18). A cult is a corrupt thing that bears evil fruit and there are plenty of helpers willing to make that happen.

  • How I Organize a Novel (video)

    This video is an overview of how I organize a novel.

    I use three main methods:

    1. A note app during the idea stage of creating the story.
    2. A kanban board for tracking progress.
    3. A spreadsheet for outlining the story.

    Hopefully you can learn something, even just one thing, that you can take and use in your own writing. There’s no wrong way to do it, it’s what works for you.

    Let me know in the comments if you use any of these techniques and what apps or tools you like to use for the organization of your writing. Do you think you might try one of these techniques or apps?

  • An excerpt from “Blood Frequency,” a LGBTQ YA horror scifi short story

    An excerpt from “Blood Frequency,” a LGBTQ YA horror scifi short story

    This past Thanksgiving, I published a short story called Blood Frequency. It’s an LGBTQ YA horror scifi story that deals with family dynamics. I’ll include a blurb below, and then follow it up with an excerpt from the story.

    Be sure to let me know what you think in the comments, and share this excerpt with someone you think might like it. If you like want to keep reading, you can pick up the ebook in several places (including libaries) — I’ll include links below the excerpt.

    About Blood Frequency

    Horror and humor collide as high schooler Mindy meets her father for the first time amidst an otherworldly encounter in rural Missouri. It’s blood ties, failures in communication, and the dangers of growing up gay in the 90s.

    It’s 1997, and in the rural town of Rolla, Missouri, blood ties will be explored amidst the backdrop of an alien encounter. Mindy is a teenager who is just meeting her father, Leonard, for the first time. Meanwhile, her relationship with her mother is strained as she remains closeted about her homosexuality around her, but will meeting Leonard help bring family cohesion? Will Mindy be able to forgive Leonard for abandoning her before a creature from another world comes knocking on the back door?

    Rated PG-13: This story contains some violence, some curse words, and homophobia.

    Copyright notice

    Copyright © 2025 by Nat Weaver.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted by Artificial Intelligence (AI) or used in the training of AI, for either commercial or non-commercial purposes. For permission requests, write to Nat Weaver, with subject “Blood Frequency” at the following email address: nat@weaver.wtf.

    Blood Frequency (excerpt)

    dedication

    For Bobby.

    one

    Rolla, Missouri, Summer of 1997.

    The police radio cracked and hissed as Phelps County Sheriff Bob Grey turned left off Highway 72 and onto State Route F at half past ten at night. He picked up his radio and pressed down the Push-To-Talk button and spoke into the receiver, “Dispatch, did you say something?”

    “Negative.” A female voice said back.

    “I’m heading out F to check on disturbance,” Bob said back, “I’ll radio in when I get there. Keep my coffee warm, Beth.”

    Bob had been serving in uniform for the Phelps County Sheriff’s Office since he’d returned home from the Korean War. He was just a few years away from retirement and all the fishing he could manage at the Lake of the Ozarks with his wife, Mary. He scratched his white beard, shook his hair, and dandruff fell from his hair which had been receding since before it lost its color. A drizzle of rain started to tap on his windshield as he drove the rolling hills and curves of State Route F, located just outside of Rolla. He turned on his windshield wipers, and they made a dragging sound as there wasn’t enough rain to wet the windshield. He turned them off.

    They had received a call from Mark Wheaten, a dairy farmer, reporting lights and something spherical hovering over his fields. He had said something about a large crashing sound, and then the lights were gone.

    The radio screeched loud and long.

    “Jeez Louise!” Bob yelled. He picked up the radio receiver and called back to Beth. “That you, Beth?” Crackling. “Beth?” More crackling came through the radio speaker along with strange tapping sounds that were rhythmic. “Beth, are you hearing these sounds?” The tapping sounds got louder and more pronounced and were joined by scratching sounds that caused Bob’s ears to vibrate and ring. It sounded as if Beth took her fingernails across the radio receiver.

    He turned on his hazard lights and pulled off onto a side road in the dark. The rain picked up and was cascading over his windshield. All he could see was a blurry patch of road and ditch lit by his headlights.

    “Can anyone read me on this darn thing?” Bob asked into the receiver.

    The tapping sound slowly increased in volume and intensity, his ears ringing from the sounds bouncing around in his patrol car like tennis balls. In a moment of irritation from the painful noise, he slammed the receiver against the radio and a loud screech of feedback ripped through the blackness. He covered his ears and thrust his head back against the headrest.

    That’s when he saw the blurry figure standing in the glow of the headlights.

    two

    The Next Morning.

    Fucking Pamela.

    Mindy’s mom could never know that was how she and her friends referred to her at school and online in their ICQ chats. Mindy had stopped calling her Mom when she was eleven. It was a small sign of rebellion she could show without fighting with her. She had never meant to keep it up, but she had been calling her Pamela to her face for three years. Pamela to her daughter and Fucking Pamela to her daughter’s friends. She could never know.

    “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, Pamela.” Mindy said as she fiddled with her headphones cord in the passenger seat of her mom’s Ford Escort. “And you’ve done some pretty dumb things.”

    Pamela was driving with her hands tightly gripped at ten and two on the steering wheel. This was her way after a near accident when Mindy was just a toddler. Mindy couldn’t even remember the near death experience her mom claimed it was.

    “It’s high time you met your father,” Pamela said. “Don’t you want to meet your father?”

    “No.” Mindy said. “And let’s not pretend this is about me meeting my dad, it’s about you going to Vegas with your new husband, Dick.”

    Pamela groaned. “Stop calling him Dick.”

    “He said he prefers being called Dick.”

    “I know that, Mindy,” Pamela took one hand off the wheel to point a finger in her face. “But I also know that you only call him that to be rude.” She remembered the steering wheel, her eyes popped open wide, and she grabbed two o’clock again. “This isn’t just about our honeymoon. You deserve to meet your father. I’m doing you a favor and this is how you thank me? You’re so ungrateful. And after all I’ve had to sacrifice for you. I was only eighteen—”

    “Alright, alright!” Mindy cut her familiar tale of woe off. She turned her cassette tape over in her Walkman and hit play on it. She pulled the headphones over her ears and looked out the window at the trees whizzing by in a blur. She heard Pamela talking over her headphones, so she turned the volume up until the sounds of Everclear drowned out Fucking Pamela.

    As they drove past County Road 4010, Mindy spotted Sheriff Grey’s patrol car parked on the side of the road next to an old two-story white house that she used to go to for piano lessons. Grey’s windshield was bashed in and there were numerous officers standing around the vehicle looking inside it. She thought it must have been an accident, but she didn’t see a second car.


    To continue reading Blood Frequency, you can buy the ebook directly from me or from Amazon, Apple Books, Google Play Books, and Kobo and Kobo Plus (free with subscription). You can also request it in your library’s app.

  • My favorite horror movies of 2025

    My favorite horror movies of 2025

    I love movies. Not gonna lie. Most people these days seem to prefer tv shows or long movie franchises. Not me. I tend to still prefer a one and done approach. Movies are like books (those without a series) in that they have a beginning, middle, and end.

    When done right movies, like a good book, get your character arcs neatly woven and plots neatly arched into a satisfying package. The big difference being that a movie can typically be watched in a single sitting.

    I watched quite a few 2025 horror flicks this year. I’ve been watching a lot of horror films since 2002 and I have to say, that I really feel like we have been living during a horror renaissance these past few years. So many amazing horror films have come out in recent times. Just incredible stuff. Some are big budgets with big stars, some indie stuff, a lot of foreign folk horror is off the charts good. Just a lot of good horror films that are well made coming out on the regular.

    And that’s not to say that before this time the horror movies were bad. Just that there were highs and lows. If you like the horror genre, you inevitably know that it never gets the respect it deserves. If it did, there would be a Best Horror Film category at the Oscars. As such, it seems like we have periods where studios and distributors recognize there’s money in horror and we get a lot of good stuff for a while. Then, they stop distributing or cut back on productions that are horror for a while. It’s a cycle almost.

    In the early 2000s, there were a lot of good horror films that were just fun, good times stuff. We also had a lot of Japanese horror at that time that was incredible. A great time to be alive as a horror fan. And today, we’re having another renaissance of horror and I’m here for it.

    Now, I didn’t actually track my movie watching habits last year, so I may have missed one or two from this list. Feel free to toss out some titles in the comments if there were some you watched that aren’t on the list, as I may have just forgot about them. I am tracking my movie watching this year, so next year I should have a more thorough list.

    My favorite horror films of 2025

    (In no particular order and using a 5-star rating system).

    • Sinners ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Weapons ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Companion ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • 28 Years Later ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Black Phone 2 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • The Gorge ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Megan 2.0 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • The Conjuring: Last Rites ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • The Woman in the Yard ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Final Destination: Bloodlines ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

    BONUS! My non-horror favorite movies of 2025

    • Mission Impossible: The Final Reckoning ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
    • Ballerina ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
  • (Poll) About my favorite horror films of 2025

    I’m working on a blog post about some of my favorite horror films of 2025. Would we like that as a video as well?

  • First post! and a glimpse at my writing space

    First post! and a glimpse at my writing space

    Hello everyone. This is my first post here on my author website. Be sure to head to the comments below and say hi.

    Thought I’d talk a bit about my author photo (above). Took this one in our basement. I tend to do most of my writing (and schooling) from the basement. I have a desk setup down here — yes, I’m in the basement now.

    It’s a large unfinished basement so there’s plenty of room to get up and stretch around. We have a home gym we’ve been slowly putting together behind me, you can see a few pieces of equipment behind my large, two-sided whiteboard which is great for writing. Over my right shoulder is a small living space with a sectional couch and tv with all our old retro video gaming consoles hooked up to it.

    I also film most of my videos from down here. The dance ones I do way off in the corner behind me, for example. And I’ve made a few videos with me sitting on the couch, which is fun and I think they turn out nice. I’ll post one of those to YouTube soon.

    Speaking of YouTube… be sure to head over to my channel and subscribe for a mixture of content. I’ll be posting some author interviews, me blabbing about different things, book trailers, and of course the dance videos. I’ve also turned on the Community, so we can all make posts to the Community and leave comments.

    Last but not least, the framed movie poster over my right shoulder in the photo is from the Swedish mini-series adaptation of Stieg Larsson’s The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. His books are some of my favorites. When I went to buy a movie poster, I wanted one that emphasized his character Lisbeth Salander. But most didn’t. I eventually found this one which is the Greek movie poster. In case you didn’t know, different countries will often have very different movie posters and cover art — what marketing works in America won’t work in Japan and so on. This movie poster is a simple photo of Lisbeth leaning against a concrete wall. It’s very noir and nice.

    Keep writing. And reading. 📖