I started writing a novel last October, after hitting a wall with a play I was working on. The idea for the play was (is) really solid, but I was focussing so much on scenes and sets that it became…
Across the sky the ravens glide between dark and twisted boughs. Constant companions at this mountain retreat. Evil muses who grab my attention and pull me in the wrong direction down a path of lies and a pile of bones…
As you may know, I’m leaving home to finish my book. Part of me feels terribly selfish about doing this. It is a fear that says I’m not doing my part to help my family move along this timeline of…
Remember your tenth birthday? At the time it was the greatest, most profound moment of your life. But I bet you can barely remember it. If you remember it at all. Do you remember the feeling you had the moment…
I am leaving home soon to head into the mountains, alone, to finish my first novel. It’s something like a dream. I’ve been writing a story called Minor King for about a year. It’s slow going. I’m about 20,000 words…
Since joining Twitter and Facebook in 2008, I’ve enjoyed observing how people communicate in these spaces. I’m not just talking about sharing cool links – but rather the big, important stuff. The stuff of life. Personal challenges. Victories. Heartbreak. Joy…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
