I thought it was hard to write a book!

I'm a good two weeks into the blog now and learning quickly that I could ramble on and on about any number of things and still get the same circle of small friends to read. It's got me thinking that writing a blog is in many ways much more difficult than writing a novel.

When I wrote Asylum Lake I knew the ending.  Of course, I didn't realize right away that I wouldn't actually be getting to it until the conclusion of book number three. Apparently George Lucas and I share the same affliction – we don't know where to start or to stop a story. Thankfully, however, I see no Jar Jar's in my future. Regardless, I always knew that the ending to the story I launched in Asylum Lake would totally rock at the close of Parting The Veil (and trust me it does).

Blogs are different; they never really end. Writing a blog feels very similar to the movie Groundhog Day. I wake up each day and know what to expect — two cups of coffee to melt away the writer's block of ice covering my brain, momentary inspiration accompanied by frenzied typing, and then complete and utter anxiety as I wait for comments and views. It's like sending an "I like you. Do you like me? Check yes or no." note to the world and then sitting back to see what happens. The only thing missing from this process is my trusty Trapper Keeper and slick parachute pants from sixth grade. Oh how I miss the 80′s!

So if you are reading this, please check the "Yes" box and drop me comment, sign up as an official follower, and maybe even recommend my blog to a friend. If not, I may have to rely on my old standby from Junior High disappointment — trust me it's scary