Darkness Into Light

Do you know me? Have you any idea from whence I came?  Phfft! Darkness.  And I mean the kind of darkness that reeks like shit and failure, the kind of darkness that feels like a nightmare, where at first you’re running because something is chasing and if you dare to stop you will surely die;…

A Slice of Ramble

This is not even a real post. Writing that sentence helps to take some of the pressure off. I’m hungry, I’m trembly, and I’m a little bit tired. I probably shouldn’t even be here trying to eke out anymore writing for the day. It’s 3:30 on a sunny Monday and I’ve already written (elsewhere) way…

Book Writing – Masochism & Shout Out to Angels

I got to a point in the book writing where I said, why in fucktown did I ever begin this mammoth soul crushing work? What the hell was I thinking? Clearly, this book writing life held within its encompassing tentacles the makings of masochism— self-inducing pain, head banging, nerve rattling, oh just fuckin shoot me…

Courage Not Guaranteed

My Dearest Lovely, No one is coming to meet you. There is no special guide or savior. You are going to have to travel this creative path and put your whole heart further into it. You are going to have to meet yourself.  People like you are not meant to make it because out here,…