The story I’d been writing took a turn and I no longer feel I can finish it. It may have to do with the cold I’ve been fighting for the … Continue reading Sick, depression, and lack of focus.
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.
I haven’t traveled as much I would like. This has destroyed some of my writing. When I write real world cities that I haven’t experienced I get a flustered and … Continue reading When you’re not ready for the story, try anyway.
I’ve reached a point where I’m tired of being unpublished. I’ve written eight books and haven’t published a single one. There are many reasons for this. But they boil down … Continue reading I’m tired of being unpublished.
: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.