Fifth Draft

Shingles.

35 is great. You’re not graying out just yet but all your bones sound like LEGOs snapping together when you rise from bed.​

…what an author site belonging to a new dad looks like… Well, it kind of looks like this. A little barren, but still going. You might be asking how we survive in 110+ degree heat or how the boys get... Continue Reading →

That's the thing about control, especially in the world of creative-types.

I’m not gonna be doing any serious writing today, Patsy. Not that I don’t want to. I’ve been firing on all cylinders the last few days. But the wife and I are finally getting the house in the shape that... Continue Reading →

It’s been a long night and day, Patsy.

It’s a cold night, Patsy.

It’s a full moon, Patsy.