Self Publishing, thoughts, Writing

The Tide

Why is it a race to as many books as possible? Why isn't it a race to the best books possible? (I mean, I know why: money. We need it to survive. This is just a general spewing of thoughts...) This is something I am struggling with, and I want to understand and accept, and… Continue reading The Tide

I Read

I Read: The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I finished Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane this morning. It's funny how much good words can make me cry. I've been dipping my toes into multiple books at once lately which results in me not finishing anything, or taking an inordinately long amount of time to do so, and then… Continue reading I Read: The Ocean at the End of the Lane


Skip Ad In 5

Normally I watch the countdown, but this time I couldn't get myself to pretend that devastation is someone else's problem. Strange how one minute can feel like a lifetime, especially when you're witness to one, condensed, spoken of in past and present tense, the future just a question marked by the beep of a vital… Continue reading Skip Ad In 5


The Listener

This is an older piece, but has never been posted here before, so I figured, what the hell?   I am The Listener. You talk, I listen. What’s up? Nothing, nothing at all. It’s at the core of my existence, something I’ve done for as long as I can remember, Listening. I can’t imagine being… Continue reading The Listener