Killing Time and Illusion

I kill an hour every day. Minimum. I get in the truck and drive half an hour to work. That’s a round -trip hour of staring through glass. Used to be I’d listen to Bob and Tom but the commercials were insufferable. Ever watch the last bit of the nightly...

Wake and Bake: The Lucid Dream Experience

My brother and I grew up in the same bedroom. Our dad took the door off the hinges when we were little. It was because we were fighting, I think. Probably. I don’t remember. We lived in the same house forever and all I remember was never having a door. It...

Foreverland at Twilight (not sparkly)…

The twilight of sleep. When the conscious mind begins pulling the shutters and the subconscious goes out for the night. The other night I was between the sheets and going under when I heard and saw a girl at the side of my bed. I will repeat that. I heard and saw a...

The Biggest and Baddest of them all…

The champion a major theme for me. Imagine a guardian that’s always got your back. It stands at the foot of your bed, it watches over you when the day is dark, follows you down narrow alleys and carries you when you need it most. I think I just described Jesus....

12,000 words into the Maze…

12,000 words into┬áThe Essence of Sunny Grimm (Book 2 of the Maze). That’s a little over 10% to the finish line, I think. About one legal pad of notes. In case you’re dropping in on this blog and missed an earlier entry, my process is slow as shit. I write...

And so the Maze Begins…

One of my favorite parts. The beginning of a new story. That time of tilling the ground and planting seeds. The wind pushing characters this way and that. An arc coming together. The truth is, halfway through writing this thing I’ll be swinging a hammer at the...