I think the hardest thing about writing for me is to focus on one idea at a time.

Oh jeez, I feel dirty. That was clickbait. You deserve better and sorry.

It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you, with a dope beat to step to. step to. step to. wicky wicky, baby-gurl.

It's been a quite time on my end, just taking some time to appreciate the journey in getting here.

In March of 2010, I finished the original final draft for Lawson City. My laptop and USB with the file were stolen and I had to start from scratch. What came out of that release was a rushed attempt at keeping a deadline and a second draft hitting the printers instead of a well-thought-out and finalized manuscript.

After the longest drive I've ever made, going the slowest I've ever had to drive for said distance, coupled with a snowstorm that knocked out power for two days, I'm finally letting myself take a break; be it a small one. It's a break nonetheless.

Don't let the bubble around you stop you from enjoying your life.

The trip I didn't know I was dreading happened this week as we embarked on an over 1200-mile journey to our new/old home.

My life is seeing a series of significant changes in the next couple of weeks that are hard to process until they happen. In May or June of last year, I let myself see the world immediately around me, and I realized it wasn't the best place for my son to grow up. I reached out to the wife, and...

The name for this blog originated from a song lyric from the band Secret Machines, formally known as "The Secret Machines." The line from Last Believer, Drop Dead from their self-titled album, sans "the," proclaims: "I'm a graveyard of hope and a dump of ambition. I'm sitting on the edge of a wading pool, fishing."