An Epiphany

Guys . . . . I have an odd realization to run by you: For the first time an extremely long time, I’m excited about writing again.

And it is fucking wonderful.

Not to be a flagrant potty mouth, but that’s the gods-honest truth. I sat down a few moments ago—in pain from my scalp to my hips and medicated beyond comprehension–and automatically opened the current novel-in-progress. I’m pretty sure the last time this happened was nine months ago when I lost myself putting the finals chapters into wha...