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...

Poor Coops! His hind back foot hurts, and I can’t figure out what the issue is. I think it might be the nail, but there’s no blood, not any foreign objects I can find, but I’m on my own at home tonight so it’s exceedingly difficult to see if there’s anything lodged in...