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“There’s no use going to school unless your final destination is the library.”

  The passing of Ray Bradbury was the first time a “celebrity” death that caused me to actually pause and take a moment to reflect. No man outside of my own personal sphere of influence has had more affect on my life than him. His collected works have literally changed my life, so I thought […]

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I added another short story. This one is actually a chapter out of a novel I started for a creative writing class I took in college and never finished, but I think it works on its own and is pretty much what started the whole general idea of the novel, so it is now also […]


I couldn’t think of anything clever to say this week, but I was looking through some old writing and found this little thing I wrote for a creative writing class I took back in ’02. Enjoy. Or don’t. I don’t really care: Writing, to me, is therapy. Paper is my psychiatrist. It is the one […]


I haven’t written anything in a long time. I’m not sure why. I once wrote that writing was therapy to me. In the past, these periods of mental silence marked troubled times which were always followed by frantic purgings of emotion and thought onto blank notebook pages as they counseled me through dark hallways. These […]


Congratulations, you found the “blog” section. You more than likely noticed the new home page. While looking for old short stories to polish up and possibly post, I found something I wrote a while ago for a website that that’s still in internet limbo. Someday we may figure out what we’re going to do with […]