Hello fellow reader. First thank you for supporting a full time dad with a career in technology who was foolish enough to believe that time would be easy to make to finally write the novel he's been writing in his head for a long time now. When I graduated from the Bowling Green Creative Writing Program here in Ohio fifteen years ago, it was all supposed to be about poetry and fiction. Then I did a real dumb thing and fell in love. Nothing kills a writing career faster than happiness is something I would have wrote in my jaded youth. In truth, it just means you've put a lot of obstacles between you and having the  time to write and be creative. The funny thing is that the experiences you gain moving through those obstacles should become the inspiration for what you will write about once you get to that office with the closed door that Stephen King talks about in his memoir On Writing. 

And then there's the whole reading thing. I'm sitting here with a signed Sherman Alexie book of short stories on my desk staring back at me from the last twenty pages. And there is a first print edition of Don Delillo's Great Jones Street, tattered from its use before me, that I picked up at the book sell back store. They both stare. 

Thanks for taking this journey with me.