The kettle is on and the words are flowing.

Any form of creative block I have been feeling is gone... after this past weekend in OKC, I am rejuvenated.. burning with the fire of creation... my own creation.. I am my own God...and I must dispense some life into this world. That gut feeling I always get when I am confused about something is really the right answer... go with the gut.. Logic is boring. Let life fuck the way it wants to fuck.... all I can do I fuck right back.

So I am writing again.... as of now all the ideas I have had for the past 4 months are cumulating into a treatment... of which looks to become a series of books about a young boy. Think Harry Potter meets punk rock wonderland. 13 to 18 the teen punk crisis. Told as a serial. love, Family, wealth, music, pain... all that good shit... lets see what I get.