A Writer’s Greatest Foe…

Self-doubt is the greatest enemy of any writer, greater than any critic, any naysayer, any editor, any nit-picky reader, any grammar fanatic, any Nazi spellchecker, any publisher, literary agent, or pessimistic friend. Self-doubt will crush an author before an author can even become an author. Self-doubt is the mind-killer. Self-doubt is the little-death that brings total obliteration.... Continue Reading →

The Desire to be Better

I'm decent. And by that I mean, I am a decent human being. I'm a decent father, a decent son, a decent husband, even a decent writer, but the thing is, I desire to be better. I can't live with decent. I need more. I have always been this way. You could call it being ambitious. I... Continue Reading →

The Great Turtle Spirit

When I was growing up I was in love with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I loved the toys, I loved the cartoon, I loved the movies. So needless to say once I had a son, I wasted no time in reliving my childhood by brainwashing him into joining my twisted little turtle cult. Coincidentally,... Continue Reading →

Name Collecting

What's in a name? In fiction writing, I believe a character's name is the most important part of their being. A character's name is its soul, it is the essence of who that character is, or who they are to become. For my current project I basically took an old nickname and built a character around it, pretty soon... Continue Reading →

Fear is an Illusion…

Fear is an illusion, a fancy trick crafted by the mind in an attempt to protect you from a failure that could never exist if you eliminate those fears and go forward. Fear is an illusion, a psychological side effect of one's most basic and primal instinct for survival. It  is a means to an... Continue Reading →

Stranger than Fiction

I fancy myself a fiction writer. Which is to say, if given the opportunity between spending the day writing reality based stories or spending the day writing fantastical made up epics, I'd choose epics every time. But I've come to find out very recently, that I may be better at writing non-fiction than I am... Continue Reading →

My Father, the Artist

Young boys idolize their Fathers, and not only am I not an exception to this rule I very well may be the epitome of it. My father is an artist, and by that I mean, he can draw. He can draw really really well actually. I'm not sure if that explains, or is the reason for,... Continue Reading →

Master Craft

I am convinced that the written word is one of the highest forms of communication among human beings. It is as close to telepathy that we will get until telepathy becomes available. With the written word, I take images and ideas from my mind and project similar, if not the exact same images and ideas into your mind. Telepathy, which when you... Continue Reading →

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