Tomorrow, I turn 41. Today, I am struggling just to make words happen.
My blog. I write here. It’s fun. yay.
My blog. I write here. It’s fun. yay.
Tomorrow, I turn 41. Today, I am struggling just to make words happen.
Maybe instead of the chiropractor, I need to visit someone to get my ATTITUDE adjusted...
All I want to do is write this damn book, and it seems the world won't let me. But is that the world's fault?
Is there someone in your social group who can't shut the fuck up about blockchain and BitCoin? Do I have the perfect gift for you.
[This space intentionally left blank because I really don't want to hurt you, I really, really don't... I'm trying to save you. But I know I can't, so this exercise is mostly therapy for myself.]
Buzz was one of my best friends for 11 years. I'll miss him dearly. Also, David Bowie is a furry.
I share this now not because I think I'm the guy to change anything, but because I'm doing this for myself. And I hope that you'll do the same.
My Cyberpunk Science Fiction novel, Marlowe Kana, is great. I need your help letting the world know... Say, do you own a skywriting plane?
I’ve learned and experienced a lot in the year and a half I’ve been working on my new novel, Marlowe Kana. Here’s some of it.
In a world where survival no longer means avoiding hungry tigers and plague, and now means "being liked on social media," we are our own worst enemies. This is how I'm trying to combat that.