I’m a father and a husband, a brother and a son. I’m an Ivy League grad who worked in a warehouse, an MMA fighter with too many defeats. I’m the bouncer and bodyguard, the drunk guy in the fight. The jailer and the jailed, the guilty and innocent.
I’m a writer shaped by influences, too many to count. I grew up on King and Koontz while force-fed the Bible. I narrate Dr. Seuss and Disney nearly every night. Like you, I’ve seen things I wished I hadn’t, heard some truths I won’t forget.
Writing is my heavy bag, the sparring partner that doesn’t punch back. It’s where I shed my armor and cast off the blindfold, take a look at myself and the world around me. The writing takes me wherever it wants. Dark alley or dinner table, classroom or morgue. I go along for the ride and try to capture the moment, show life like it is.
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For a more in-depth look at who I am, what I’ve learned from Unlocking the Cage, and why I enjoy fiction, check out this interview I did with Richard Godwin.
Short Film Adaptation of 5 Minutes Alone from
25 Perfect Days
So yeah, like I was saying, stream of consciousness. I’m gonna pee my words all over this place, the margins of the page my diaper. It feels so good to let it … (read more…)
In my post, The F-Word, I discussed how my wife and I talked with our daughter about “bad words,” the F-word in particular. Olivia was curious so we explained, hopefully took away the word’s power and forbidden attraction.
Now, I’m waiting for Olivia to ask if she can read my books. We can’t use the “inappropriate language” excuse anymore. It’s not that my novels are filled with swearing, but that was an easier explanation than “Daddy kills a bunch of people in his … (read more…)
I couldn’t help but laugh and Olivia clammed up, afraid she’d said something wrong. I told her it was a harmless saying and there’s no such thing as bad words, just bad intentions. I assured her it wasn’t a big deal.
Then last night Jen and the kids played Name that Acronym. They we’re laughing out loud at some of their guesses, but things got interesting when Olivia wanted to know what the F stood for in LMFAO.
Jen and I had already had these … (read more…)
The next morning I dressed Jake and packed the diaper bag, headed over to Cathy’s, thinking back a few years to all the playdates we went on. Before the girls were in school, I’d take my daughter, Olivia, over to play with Dan’s daughter, Annabelle. Cathy and I would laugh at how odd we must look at the park, but we didn’t care, both of us enjoying each other’s company and loving watching the girls play together, becoming … (read more…)