there will be {snacks};

nostalgia

Dark Empire: Prologue

On a recent visit to my family home in South Florida, I discovered a surviving draft of an attempt I'd made at writing a fantasy novel between fifth and sixth grade. The lost-to-time full version stretched across almost five hundred hand-written wide-ruled notebook pages, though this early draft only collected the prologue and first couple of chapters.

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“Relax, Get Cool”

Over a decade ago, I found this little treasure stuffed in the netting behind a seat on Southern California's Pacific Surfliner.

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“Well, Welcome to Adulthood, Captain!”

For the longest time, I never really considered myself a poet, a writer, or any other kind of “artist”...

For some of the above, that remains the case, but, as far back as I can remember, I've always carried some kind of notebook on me, and I've always filled it with something. Be it poems, bizarre (and loooong) journal entries, short stories, drawings, comics, there hasn't been a time where I haven't loved having something to pour my imagination into.

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