Not much can give you hope when you are just out of high school with no prospects. My family didn’t value education. I came from a family where I was the first in my line to graduate high school. My senior year caught me flat footed. By the time I looked up, it was too… Continue reading A Ray of Hope
Category: Writing
A Promise to the End
Song—My Rottweiler is named Sadie. She is the happiest dog I have ever met and she fills me with joy every day. Writing a book for me takes a very distinct path every time. First is the planning. This is kind of cumbersome. It promises a surge of creativity and a pushing of the borders.… Continue reading A Promise to the End
Lost Confessions: Shiny
Everyone has it. We all have that one thing that makes us feel alive, some activity we are just great at doing. We have a natural talent for that one thing and we know, while we are in it, this is what we were born for. With me, it is writing. I have a talent… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Shiny
The Horn
Twenty-one hours and counting. It’ll be 30 by the time I get to sleep tonight. I do this quite often. We call it “going around the horn.” My normal sleep schedule is from five in the morning to two in the afternoon. It provides me with quiet, isolation, darkness for when I’m writing. These things… Continue reading The Horn
Lost Confessions: The Workshop
This is an awesome story! Have you ever known beyond your smallest doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be, or doing the thing you were supposed to be doing? That is the story I am going to tell you now. I wrote a book. It is a decent book but it… Continue reading Lost Confessions: The Workshop
Pride and Joy
It’s 1990. I’m 14 years old. I’m sitting in front of the TV waiting for the commercial to finish because my favorite show of all time is coming on. I am about to watch MTV Unplugged. My life is about to change forever. I’m not telling it right. First I have to give you my… Continue reading Pride and Joy
Mr. FlimFlam
I would have to say it started around noon, when I woke up. Coffee in hand, my wife began talking about the morning she had experienced. Short car line to drop off the kids, perfect temperature coffee, and her cold was gone when she woke up that day. I began to notice the light coming… Continue reading Mr. FlimFlam
