Tomorrow, I release a book. A poetry book. No one is more surprised than me. For most of my life, the idea of me publishing poetry was about as likely as the Sears Demon™ winning a Pulitzer. I sat through two semesters of poetry workshops in college, where the general consensus seemed to be: maybe
I can say for certain that one of my many pet peeves is when someone tells me I have the same amount of hours as some celebrity. We’ve all heard it before, especially when it comes to creative pursuits and telling you that you can accomplish so much because we all have the same amount
Every once and a while I remember that Twitter/X exists and I show up like the drunk uncle on Christmas and unleash an onslaught of nonsense only to disappear into the abyss only to resurface at the next major holiday. Last week was an event called QuestPit, a writer’s hype event where writers come together
Somewhere With Regret 