If there’s one thing I love most, it’s probably experimental fiction. I love to write it and I love to read it. There’s something so amazing about taking a concept and trying to pursue it in a way that is a bit outside the norm. I’ll admit I’m not the most experimental of writers. Most of my experiments are doing things like making an overweight superhero and seeing if I can make the story relatable, or telling a story about running and using music to try to build the energy that could easily not be there when someone is running long distances. I’ve written love letters to fatherhood through the zombie apocalypse, and put robots in medieval England, but most of my books only have minor experimentation, still hoping to use the standards of novels to ensure that people will actually read the thing to the end.
My wife and I recently celebrated our fourteenth wedding anniversary (and should, when you’re reading this, in theory be on a little celebratory trip) and I have to be honest here, I honestly didn’t expect to make it this far. I never intended to break my wedding vows, but I just assumed something would happen, whether death, my wife leaving me, or just the general Armageddon. The reality is I’ve never been one to look far enough into the future to actually see us making it to our golden anniversary.
Approximately 2 years ago, I made the decision to go back to school to finally finish up my bachelor’s degree, something I started back in 1999 and technically have spent the past 20 years just a few credits shy of completing.
Although I’d love to use the excuse of being busy with life as the primary reason I haven’t been writing as much over these past six years, the reality is that six years ago I also finally reached a tipping point regarding my insecurity as an author.
Whether you realize it or not, we all ingest art every dang day. Whether it’s through the entertainment we enjoy or even the advertising that we try to ignore, creativity played a part and it became art. As such, I want to take a moment to highlight some of the art I’ve been enjoying as of late.
I like to think of myself as a laid back person. I don’t generally judge people on their choices, and when I do, it’s more of a gentle joking kind of judging. However, I’ve found myself feeling incredibly bothered by something which really shouldn’t have taken up so much real estate in my mind. And it has to do with people declaring that they now have a new name and/or gender they would prefer to be called by.
One of the primary purposes of this space has always been to keep you updated on my life, whether you liked it or not. To keep with that tradition, here’s my Christmas card letter for you, which, like all Christmas card letters, you can skim over to see if you’re mentioned before tossing aside.