Two claw-it-back writing days in a row and here I am on another Friday feeling proud of myself for getting my sh*t done. Whew! Man. It wasn’t even particularly hard today. I was pretty locked in. What a relief. Still down slightly on the page count…but nothing major....

I’d say that writing this book has been more fraught of a process than the last, and it’s not because of the story…it’s a few other things, actually. First, I’d wanted to write this one slightly differently. Slower. Less pages per day spread out over a longer period...

My brother Russell would have been thirty-six today. Wild. It’s hard for me to imagine him at that age. Ticking over on the other side of his thirties, forties looming. lol. It’s definite a time of transition…though that’s true of any age, really, to be honest. Life...