Finishing a Book & Not Knowing What To Do With Yourself

Ever read a book and felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you realize it's over and you can never relive that adventure in quite the same way again? Apparently that happens when you write books too. I just finished a novel I started in November. It was supposed to be last years... Continue Reading →

Everything Is Going Great – And That Scares Me

It's when you're at your highest that you have the farthest to fall. I'm not good at recognizing wins or celebrating my victories—a fact I've been trying to make myself more aware of over the years, so I can rectify it. In fact, I've written about it here on my blog several times. Losses seem... Continue Reading →

People’s Opinions – The Motivation Killer

"You're really spending a lot of time with that writing?" I've wanted to write about this for a while now. It's been on my mind for ages and though it usually never bothers me at all, these little comments keep gnawing at me. So I'm warning you, this might end up being a Rant©, but... Continue Reading →

What The Hell Happened to My Writing?

I'm a man of habit. That's not something I say lightly, it's not just a casual saying to me. What I mean is that I'm extremely habitual, scheduled, and organized. Extremely. I love habits. I like being organized. I like following a set program. Every. Single. Day. It sounds boring to some people, but to... Continue Reading →

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