It was April or May of 2013. Les and I had just moved into a studio loft in downtown LA. It had enormous windows, outstanding stone floors, and plenty of open space—to build! One of my favorite qualities about Les is not just his propensity to
The new year is here (and somehow we’re already nearly two weeks in) and I’m happy to report that with it I have resolutions I wish to share here on the blog. But first: creating resolutions (not to mention keeping them) has never really been my thing.
Hi friends, it’s been a little while, I know. Lately, I’ve been hard at work getting We Were Like Sons published, but in my down time I’ve been plugging away at my fiction. Years of Potential is my latest story. Please freely download and distribute to all who may enjoy (it’s eReader
This is the second part of two posts. I recommend you read the post I wrote just prior before moving on to this one. Allowing a book, or any external event, to represent something as hefty as entering into a new chapter of life puts an extreme
This is the first part of two posts. The second part will be published shortly. Stay tuned! Six summers ago I rode my bicycle across America with my friend Les. It was a life-changing adventure. I remember exactly where I was when I knew not just
Recently, I read a short article on how to write with style. In it, Kurt Vonnegut’s 8 Keys to the Power of the Written Word were mentioned. It was a great read. Some points hit home, namely: Find a Subject You Care About. Vonnegut said:
August, 2013 Medium height. Thin. Jeans, a white collar, a navy blazer. He had old red hair that was recently cut. He stood in front of my display holding his chin like he was looking at Rembrandt. “I love it,” he said, walking over. “Thanks.”
In three and a half weeks I am going on an adventure: I am moving back to Portland. If you didn’t already know that, now you do. About a month ago, I was accepted to Portland State University as a post-baccalaureate student with the intent
A line of around one-hundred students stand shoulder to shoulder at the edge of a lawn, each holding a piece of paper. A teacher walks out in front. “You should all have a number on your paper ranging from fourteen to negative twenty,” she says.
It has been well over a month since I have done anything on this blog, and believe me, I’m aware. I think about it everyday. I think, “wow, I was so gung-ho about this when I first started. What happened?” Yeah. Really. What happened? In