It’s Been Far Too Long

Nearly two years ago, I took a major step in my life. For the first time I decided that I would attempt to receive something other than views, comments, or simply criticisms for my writing. I published a story on Amazon. It didn’t sell very well.

That’s not to say it wasn’t a formative experience. Even though the numbers were small I understood some of the things that contributed to the sales I did achieve. Unfortunately  it wasn’t enough to keep my spirits high and I didn’t follow up that story with a promised sequel.

Until now.

This year has been strange. I’ve come to terms with a lot of things about myself, some of which you can read in this blog. One of the major things though, has been my rediscovered love for writing. It took a lot of rearranging of priorities, but I’m finally in a place where I’m ready to give self-publishing another go.

So, with that being said, I’d like to announce that my second ebook, Cousins of The Revolution is now available on Amazon for the low price of only 99 cents.

Also, because I’m a pretty awesome guy and incredibly humble, I’m offering my first ebook, Tom Collins’ Daughters, for absolutely free, until January 1st.

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Cigarettes Taste Better In Chicago

I like fast burning cigarettes best. It’s a conditioned enjoyment from years of having to fit my habit into fifteen minute breaks or even shorter, but aptly named, “smoke” breaks. The point is to fit as many tasks into that short amount of time as possible, even if it’s just smoking another cigarette.

The reason I say this is for dramatic purposes. I’ve established a characteristic of myself with the intention of breaking it down with the next statement. The best cigarette I’ve ever had spewed it’s smoke for a long time.

I had found myself in Chicago with a pretty girl. I had told her that I had come to the city to buy Christmas gifts I simply couldn’t find anywhere else. This was a lie, I was there for her. I was once again tied to a romance that had put my affections far away. If my memory serves me right, this was the third time this had happened. Continue reading

A Human By Any Other Name (part 2)

Last time I promised a follow-up to my blog about race. And, I did write it, multiple times. See, I started running into a problem. That problem was that I was trying to choose my words carefully and make everything sound pretty, superficially at least. In doing so, what I was writing became disingenuous to my original goal of having an honest revelation of the conflictions that I have when it comes to my thoughts on race. Continue reading

A Human By Any Other Name

You don’t need anyone to tell you this, especially not some random guy with no extra initials at the end of his name. It’s all over whatever preferred media consumption route you take. It’s troubling, it’s confusing, it’s frustrating and honestly, at times it’s annoying. As if it was on a schedule and refuses to be anything other than prompt, race once again has been thrust into the spotlight. For some, it never went away. Yet for others, I include myself in this group, it’s a topic that tends to go away after awhile. This time though, before it possibly fades away into the background, can we afford to ignore the opportunity to be honest with ourselves and really come to terms with our own opinions on race? Continue reading