The yearning to write and the will to write sometime feel mutually exclusive. I want to write and yet I sit in front of a page of my novel in progress and nothing comes out. I diverge. I think. I ponder. I mull. I do everything but actually write. This blog is the result of my meandering; this will be the conduit for all the drivel that sticks in the crevices of my creative organs and won't let go until they're out there, somewhere. Plan to read diatribes, reminisces, and essays on everything from heavy metal, sports, games, life, and work. Whatever comes to me will inevitably come to you. I cannot promise cohesion or consistency but I can promise variety and voracity. At times, that's all we need, really.
Thanks for listening.