Monthly Archives: May 2014

I like to tell McIrish that he’s sitting on a fortune waiting to happen, if only he’d listen to me. I consider myself not just a writer, but also an inventor, you see. Well, I’m the concept kind of inventor. … Continue reading →

Last night, I had a dream about my book. This never happens to me, though I’ve heard some authors say they dream their entire story. This seems blatantly unfair to me, but I digress. Anyway, the dream wasn’t really about … Continue reading →

 I hate running. I hate it. It’s boring, it’s hard, it’s painful, I’m slow, I’m not exactly aerodynamic, I hate the clothes, the shoes are ugly, I get sweaty and red-faced and mosquitoes bite me. So yeah, I’ll be running … Continue reading →

I like to think I’m good with children. Or maybe they’re good with me, maybe that’s a better way of saying it. I like talking to kids. I like cuddling and reading and giving piggyback rides. I’ve been like this … Continue reading →