Clouds have come in this morning, and it’s raining on Denver. Morning rains are so rare here. I drove to work under the dark vault, my wipers squeaking intermittently, thinking about the day and my wife and my daughter. Brooke had her wisdom teeth out this weekend. I went into the weekend so hopeful that … Continue reading
As a writer seeking to publish his first novel, I’m overcome by feelings of despair and apathy on a fairly regular basis. Probably weekly, though Brooke might disagree. But, about once a week I reach a low point. I tell myself again and again that my writing is crap, that I’ll never be able to … Continue reading
