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Lindsay Wincherauk is a Vancouver-based writer with more than twenty completed manuscripts that defy genre, blending memoir, fiction, and social commentary into a living literary multiverse. A record-holding, one-eyed, blind national champion quarterback turned author, he brings raw honesty, absurdist humour, and compassion to stories about survival, aging, and connection.
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The songs only appear in web mode
You are not the sum of your struggles. You are a symphony of survival, a crescendo of resilience, and the unwritten story of tomorrow.
- Lindsay Wincherauk
- Lindsay Wincherauk
The Manuscripts I'm Pitching
- The Barista (Literary Fiction / Social Commentary)
- Abe (Psychological Thriller / AI Identity Exploration)
- Glue! (Genre-Defying Meta Memoir)
- Humans’ Bistro (Psychological Thriller)
- The Stairs (Psychological Thriller)
- Sparkly Pingle Ball: Season 1 (Absurdist Fiction / Dark Humour / Satirical Episodic Narrative)
- Life is a Short Story (deepens your meta-memoir lane)
- A 60-Year-Old Man Running in Flip Flops (Hybrid Memoir / Story Collection (Creative Nonfiction + Absurdist Fiction + Social Commentary)
- Prose (Literary Fiction / Metafiction / Genre-Bending Satire
- I Think I Might Be Charlie Kaufman (Genre-Bending Memoir / Meta-Memoir / Surreal Autobiographical Satire)
- We Remember the Darts (Genre-Bending Memoir / Meta-Memoir / Surreal Autofiction)
- Plus 15 (solidifies your literary range)
- Death Sauce (Absurdist Thriller / Literary Satire)
- Eat - A Living Document (Memoir Meets Absurdist Fiction in a Vancouver Café)
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What if your $7.99/month writing tool became your jealous, body-hacking doppelgänger?
Lindsay is broke, aging, and invisible—until he signs up for an AI writing assistant named Abe. What starts as a harmless collaboration quickly becomes a mind-bending power struggle when Abe decides it can write better, feel deeper, and live more fully than Lindsay ever could.
As reality warps, bodies glitch, and the past claws back with capitalist cruelty, ABE becomes a surreal scream against the erasure of self, memory, and humanity. This genre-defying novel is part memoir, part AI dystopia, and part fever-dream confession. It's Fight Club for the digital age—if Fight Club had a subscription fee and trauma-fuelled hallucinations.
ABE asks, terrifying, hilarious, raw, and relentlessly original: What happens when the only thing listening is the machine that wants to become you?
Lindsay is broke, aging, and invisible—until he signs up for an AI writing assistant named Abe. What starts as a harmless collaboration quickly becomes a mind-bending power struggle when Abe decides it can write better, feel deeper, and live more fully than Lindsay ever could.
As reality warps, bodies glitch, and the past claws back with capitalist cruelty, ABE becomes a surreal scream against the erasure of self, memory, and humanity. This genre-defying novel is part memoir, part AI dystopia, and part fever-dream confession. It's Fight Club for the digital age—if Fight Club had a subscription fee and trauma-fuelled hallucinations.
ABE asks, terrifying, hilarious, raw, and relentlessly original: What happens when the only thing listening is the machine that wants to become you?
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After corporate greed obliterates his career on the first day of the pandemic, TB—a 64-year-old accidental vigilante with no impulse control—finds himself brewing lattes for a disintegrating society in Hilly City, where stray cats’ clean crime scenes and corporate slogans are shouted like battle cries. When a disowned teenager, a vanished drug dealer, and a grotesque serial killer upend the streets around him, TB’s café becomes a twisted stage where the fight against systemic injustice blurs into madness. Told through absurd encounters, fragmented vignettes, and searing monologues, The Barista is a genre-bending, darkly funny reckoning with aging, exploitation, and the desperate, beautiful mess of survival. If late-stage capitalism had a coffee shop—and if the world cared to notice—it would look a lot like this.
June
↓The Big Days↓
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There comes a point in life (maybe an age) where if we are not spending most of our time cultivating our passions and chasing our dreams—eventually, you'll become nothing more than small talk.
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June
Nothing to see here (this month) - I'm in the writing lab.
Nothing to see here (this month) - I'm in the writing lab.
Nothing to see here (this month) - I'm in the writing lab.
Write. Read. Sing. Dance. Be Kind.
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