it’s been said that the only thing that can grow forever is cancer
but even cancer must stop once it’s killed its host
boss: are you as excited for monday as i am?
me:
Y’all,
If a lifetime of writing has taught me one thing: It’s not enough to simply write good. Ya gotta market and sell your craft too.
So, what better place to start than here, with a small number of people who know me better than online strangers?
I recently finished the first pass of my novel, working title A Perception of Time. It’s a grief novel that focuses on the passing of time (whatever that means at various monents).
There’s still so much work to be done, because it’s a mess in three parts:
- The manuscript itself.
- Scenes I haven’t fit into the novel yet.
- So many notes for revisions.
I can’t wait to share it, but the time ain’t here yet. I imagine I’ll spend 2026 on a second pass to prepare it for some beta readers.
But I’ll share the current version of the dedication so you know what’s coming down the pike:
To my father—
Sorry we let time get in the way.
And to my son—
May we do better.
…
And then the epigraph:
‘I was born into an abundance Of inherited sadness’
(From ‘Jacksonville Skyline’ by Whiskeytown)
…
It’s a deep fried absurdist tale with an unreliable narrator (because let’s face it, we’re all unreliable narrators. Our memories of events are as faulty as the people involved in said events).
I like to think it’s sophisticated without being pretentious, which is my official goal with everything I write.
The novel also ties into a collection of stories I’ve been working on for the last five years or so. But I realized I was working on a collection only a year or two ago. Life works out that way every once in a while. As a wise man once said: You think it ain’t be like that, but sometimes it do.
Who knows what will actually happen with the novel, but right now I’m leaning toward self publishing it as a free ebook in EPUB format. Hardly anyone makes real money from the books themselves—but books are great marketing. What better way to get myself out there? Maybe it could lead to a side gig in being a writing coach. (Forgive me for tooting my own horn, but you can’t rely on others to do it for you: I’m a damn good writer for the right kinda reader.)
Unless I soon die unexpectedly, the novel will see the light of day at some point. But how much time will pass—or what will be our perception of it?
I can’t comment on that.
to the oil and gas professionals still angry about portrayals in the show landman:
i get it. i see you. i hear you.
as a writer, i hate how the shining has stigmatized writers.
we don’t all go crazy at some remote hotel and axe through doors and terrorize our families.
most of us do that at home.
thing number five thousand thirty-seven no one tells you about parenthood:
you better have a second home to keep all your kids' artwork, because HOW DARE YOU EVER throw any of it away
and don’t even think you can argue you gotta get rid of something to make room for the new
they ain’t falling for that one
JUST SMILE will ya
pour one out for our dead homey
just got a strange look and a laugh from the guy at the mcdonald’s drive-thru
yeah i’m dressed as a unicorn, but i still deserve dignity and respect, dammit
some kid at my son’s school knows what’s up
‘Another way to see it is that AI is a mirror, not a monster. It reflects who we already are, not some alien intelligence invading from the outside. The truth is that those who care deeply about art, music, or education have always been a minority—and often dismissed as “elites” by a public that prefers reality TV, sports betting, or cat videos to the human search for meaning. Our technologies simply reflect our collective nervous system.
AI doesn’t create new impulses; it automates the ones we already worship. We prize stimulation over stillness, belonging over authenticity, efficiency over depth. The “soullessness” we fear in AI is really just the hollow echo of our own cultural emptiness.’
the idea that ai will take your job is scary, not because it’s truly capable, but because those in charge insist it’s more capable than it truly is
you lose your job
quality goes down
customers suffer
only one party wins in this scenario
it’s official
spooky season is here
i’m feeling quite literate these days
might read another book again soon
when you finish handwriting the ending of your novel on your lunch break
yesterday:
on the way home i saw a kia soul
nearly rearend another kia soul
and now i can’t stop thinking
about the impact we all feel
when souls collide