Seventeen years. Seventeen. Years. I repeated the words slowly to myself today in Starbucks as I considered our anniversary (insert pithy comment about a typical male not being home on his anniversary here). Three thoughts come to mind when I ponder the last seventeen years with my wife: Boy have we …
The Myth of Procrastination
I have been stalled on my book for a while now. I have all the chapters outlined. I actually have the whole thing mapped out in my head. But I have only drafted three chapters. I didn’t know why until this morning. I thought I was just procrastinating. Enjoying the summer and relaxing. …
The Reason I Write
Why do I write? I get up at 5 am most days and spend an hour pecking away at my keyboard, so that maybe 100 people will read it. Why not sleep in, enjoying the body warmth from my beautiful wife? I have to start with why I DON’T write. I don’t write to be famous Fame is a fickle mistress – adored …