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Yes. It is an over-used, under-appreciated cliche. But it is what it is, right? Oh, damn, another fucking cliche.I think that one thing missing at times from my writing, is my reading. And, at times I think that is a good thing. the books that bring me pleasure tend to not bring me material I can use. Reading deep level, consciousness based philosophy books can only do so much for writing. I am no

So I am a bit conflicted today as I sit down to think about the next project. While some might see this as the opposite of a problem, I see it differently. Maybe it is just the fear inside all writers; the self-loathing; the doubt; the imminent rejection that we all face, but there are two projects I have in the works and something compelled me to write a bit about the second last night and not th...

So, as I (im)patiently await March 17th, I had been simply writing mostly to my blog and not much else. Today that changed. I had not planned on beginning this project yet; there is another in front of it. But it seems that mainstream wants to push itself to the rear and bring my less mainstream thoughts to the forefront.Some time ago, as I was driving home, up over Cornell on the way from Swan Is

Yes, I am playing off of a title of a really bad movie. I think I was forced to watch bits and pieces of it, but its only redeeming quality is that I had a semi-celebrity crush on Sandra Bullock. Outside of that, wow, awful.Two weeks. In two weeks Fragments of Humanity will be on the virtual shelves at Amazon.com. I should get my first ten copies of the print edition this week and I am more excite

Sometimes. I swear that no matter how hard you try, how much you do, there are some people who just never feel like it is everything; like you are not doing enough. Do one-thousand good things in a row, and when something isn't perfectly to their expectations - BAM - fireworks of thunder, lightning, tears and anything else that might bring the walls crumbling down like Jericho.What the hell does s

Friends, family, countrymen and acquaintances, the next three weeks of my life are going to be very, VERY busy, so please bear with me. In addition to attempting to get everything just perfect for my latest novel, I am spending the next two weeks taking care of DSA with AJ and his wife out of town. I have an anniversary trip, get togethers with friends, several new articles for the website.

Some time ago, I wrote about a dream sequence; a white tiger chasing me all around. Sure, there is symbolism in the tiger. I could spend a bunch of time analyzing it, but it's all kind of bullshit, you know? I mean, yeah, our dreams are somewhat a reflection of our subconscious desires, fears and thoughts which we often let affect us in this way. But the truth is that we wander aimlessly, for the ...

So I say that because I actually hate the whole "Keep Portland Weird" and "Portlandia" hipster phenomenon. Sure, I guess that is kinda the way that this city has tried to create itself as a vibrant up and coming city attempting to attract young profesisonals.The truth is it should be "Independentlandia."But I guess that slogan isn't as easy to sell! But think about it for a moment; Powell's City o

Writing a book is sometimes like a major construction project. Even when you think that the end is in sight, there is something else in the way; another freaking hurdle. With my first book, I was kind of just happy to say I completed it, I pretty much gave it away and really only my friends and family knew about the book.Like many writers I felt that the book was just so damn good that people woul

Life would be so much easier if I were, in fact, Hank Moody. No cares, a bunch of worries, but money in the bank. Sadly, well, not really sadly, Hank Moody I am not. I get to work all day, write articles when I get home for the meager paying portion of my writing and then still try to make a novel sell somehow.But this is the price we pay to pursue our art, right. In a city full of hipsters, I am