This past weekend I went to a birthday party for my nephews little girl. I got to see my sister and my dad. This weekend I also went to see … Continue reading Realizations and Breakthroughs.
The thought of what fiction is to me and what it means to me has been on my mind this week. It’s the little spaces in between paragraphs when I’m … Continue reading What fiction is to me.
:TRIGGER WARNING: Talk of suicide. Five years ago I stood on a ledge. I mean this literally. I was in the parking garage of the hotel and casino I worked … Continue reading A ledge, a death, and finding myself.
Over the last year there have been more moments where I felt alone in my process and journey. Where, other than my wife and one or two others, I didn’t … Continue reading Stop caring about other’s perceptions.
Finding your way through a story is like having a big flashlight with a little beam. You’re hoping to find something, but the small beam doesn’t allow you to search … Continue reading Writing is like using a big flashlight.