com makes no claim to the content supplied through this journal account. Articles are retrieved via a public feed supplied by the site for this purpose. This is not how this week was supposed to go down. I have to cough so much all of our muscles are going to hurt.

I wrote a supernatural horror story. Last year, a couple of weeks before Halloween, I had this idea. To write a short, supernatural horror story. At the time, I was deep in the first draft of the short story that became a novella that really wants to be a novel. Sounds less cool than both. Dead Trees Give No Shelter. Is about Jay Turner, a broken and lonely man who has been adr.

Ask me things if you want. I remember when I graduated from Hot Dog to Dynamite, in like fourth grade. The world felt a little smaller that day, when the Scholastic Book Club made its delivery to my classroom. The Art Of Drinking Absinthe, The Liquor Of Aesthetes. Hipster bullshit aside, really good a.

Here are my plans for PAX. On a long run, on a long run. Rest in peace, Neil Armstrong.

When I was writing my first book, Just A Geek.