I was completely prepared to write something thoughtful for this evening’s post but out of left field my brain decided it was time for an anxiety attack. As my brain and I are clearly not getting along at the moment, I’m going to go ahead and make dinner and go to bed. I found an
Hi. I’m Josh and it has been 68 days since my last blog post I. Am. A. Terrible. Blogger. The worst. So bad, in fact, that I am handwriting this blog post. Mostly because I’m at a restaurant and don’t want to be that guy who brings his laptop to lunch. On the plus side,
Guys… what happens if we put a werewolf on the moon?
People like to ask what my process is when I’m writing. I don’t have a real answer so I’m gonna babble about everything I did leading up to getting ready to write today: I spent the better part of today getting some chores done around the house and I’m now settling in to my role as
It’s now 2:30am and I’m watching Frozen. My writer’s block has slowly transitioned into insomnia. I’m also hungry. Am I blogging correctly?
I have been battling with writer’s block on and off for, I don’t know, my entire life. Five years ago I set out to write my first book* and the speed with which I am accomplishing that task is comparable to a one-legged turtle, climbing uphill, in December, through molasses. Also I just learned that