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Reflections on writing, fear, and a bachelorette party that goes very, very wrong I’m doing my very last round of edits before handing this book to my wife, who will give it the final pass and tell me exactly where I’ve gone off the rails and believe me, she will. After that… it’s time to publish. Gulp. The goal? The… Continue reading Editing My Ghosts (and My Book)

Plan: I’m going to self-publish by October. I’ve said, now I have to do it, right? That’s how all this works. I write it. I edit it. I find that I’m not completely satisfied with it, but I can’t sit on this book for another year. The first draft of this book was penned when I was still a teenager.… Continue reading Old Book New Plan

Not giving up I’ve not given up. I’m pivoting aggressively. It happens, right? The book I was working on was not happening. I couldn’t move forward and I kept going backwards. I spent time with my therapist, my wife, and just about anyone who would sit still with me to talk about it. Here’s what I’ve discovered: Finishing Something I’m… Continue reading This is not the end. More on that later today…

I’m back to writing. Thanks for waiting on me. Emotive Warning: This is a series of journal snippets that I’ve written over a week of rollercoaster like twists and turns. I tried to turn it into something more readable, but it still feels a bit messy but helpful for me. I hope it resonates with at least one person. Snippet… Continue reading Life is a little ugly

Staring down a new knee and a new chapter Well, it’s the day before knee replacement surgery. I’ve been writing like my brain is on fire, mostly to distract myself from the fact that someone is about to take power tools to my leg. That’s not a metaphor. That’s… tomorrow. I wish I could say I’m handling it with grace… Continue reading Writing Through the Waiting Room