The first story I remember ever writing was about killer trees. I think I might have been eight or nine, I don’t know exactly, but I do remember thinking what a great story it was and how I thought it would be so cool to be a writer. True that regarding the latter, maybe not… Continue reading Keeping the Spark Alive
Yesterday, I found myself sitting at my desk thinking about all the things I had to do for the week (and for the month and year for that matter). I rubbed my face and yelled to no one in particular, “When will it end?” I waited for an answer, and, lo and behold, one came in the form… Continue reading When Will It End?