Just Do It

By the time you read this, I should be a couple thousand words into a new book. (If not, I’m sitting in a corner somewhere crying into a tub of Ben & Jerry’s or I’ve got a death-grip on a rum & coke… either way – someone please send a search party.)

I spent a lot of my life thinking I was a writer and I wrote a lot of garbage. There’s no other word for it, really. There were some cool ideas, some great one-liners, and some rather amazing characters… but there was no focus.

Then a friend of mine...