My name is Josh.
Here’s the boring stuff:
I’m an American writer, composer, musician, and artist currently living in Lexington, KY. My music has been enjoyed all around the world and recognized with dozens of awards, nominations, and prizes, including Best Film Score, Best Sound Design, and Best Original Production.
My poetry has been featured in several literary publications, including The Aviator Magazine, and my debut novella HOW THE MOON WAS HUMBLED, is due to be published in 2016. I have a completed manuscript for a novel called TRANSMUTATION laying around somewhere. I’m working on another book, called DRIP, and you can read the first chapter for free right here. I also just started working on a series called DECIMA. I’m not entirely sure where it’s going. If you like mythology and neo-noir thrillers, you can read the first chapter of that one over here.
Here’s what you need to know:
I’m a pretty simple guy. I love comics and video games, but my favorite pastime is reading. I’m a huge fan of Sylvia Plath, Philip K. Dick, Hunter S. Thompson, William Burroughs, Ken Kesey, Jack Kerouac, Craig Clevenger, Chuck Palahniuk, George Orwell, Kurt Vonnegut, Aldous Huxley, Mark Twain, and Oscar Wilde. You can hear them all, calling out from the depths of my words like orphans trapped in a well.
I am a chronic doodler.
I recently started doing this thing where I leave little pieces of paper everywhere I go with doodles and sweet messages on them, like this one. I always write my website address on the back with a simple message: “KEEP THIS DOODLE.” If you find one of these doodles, please send me a message and share your story. If one of my drawings affected your day, made you feel happy or sad or angry, I would love to hear about it.
I am a thief.
I steal words and stories, songs, thoughts and feelings I could never begin to understand. If I think a moment is beautiful, I steal it, and keep it locked away. I’ll steal from you, if you give me the chance.
I suffer from depression.
It’s been an ongoing struggle since I was a teenager, and for the last 10 years or so I’ve gone through some nightmarish battles. If you’re reading this now and you suffer from that terrible darkness, know that you are not alone. I’m here, and I’ve been through it all. I’ve seen what rock bottom looks like, trust me. If you want to share your story with me, come talk to me. I will listen. I will share with you, too. We can cry together. I’d like that.
I would love to be your friend. I mean that.
You can talk to me on Twitter or friend me on Facebook, but the best way to reach me is by sending an email to joshuatylercarlton (at) gmail (dot) com. I respond to every single email I receive. I respond to most comments, too, but sometimes I’ll simply “like” it if the comment doesn’t beg for a response. If you want to interview me, I use Skype. If you want me to write a guest blog post, I’d love to do that. If you want to share my work, simply reblog it or blast it out on social media, whatever works best for you. Stealing is caring, these days.
I end most of my work with a simple message: I love you.
I do that because it’s true. I do love you. I love you for being beautiful, unique, complex and imperfect. I love you for giving me moments of your life, moments you’ll never get back. I love you for being you, and I’ll never ask you to change.
That may seem odd to you. How can you love someone you’ve never met? We may have never met face to face, but at some point you and I were made of the same stuff. We came from the same point of matter in the universe, and whether it was god or a tiny particle that put us out here and brought us to life, you and I are one. We are connected. We are all connected.
If you think about it, that means I don’t have to meet you to love you. You are already a part of me. I see you when I look in the mirror, and I love what I see. Maybe that’s the definition of true vanity.
Thank you. I can’t say it enough.
Thank you so much for being a part of this journey.
Thank you for letting me touch your life. Thank you for touching mine.