Rising Up


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First things first…


Man, it feels good.

I looked at my pay stub from my day job and noticed that my garnishment was a lot smaller than it had been.

I did it.  I’m out.

I’m free.

The last few months were tough.  I had been garnished.  I’ve been through attempted blackmail, struggling to make my bills pay.  You know the usual curveballs life throws at you.  Even this last week – right when this week’s check goes back to me, the day job looks like it’s about to go on strike.  Fortunately that didn’t happen, so that thoughts of me wondering how to make twenty dollar grocery purchases could go away.

There are no perfect moments.  Even though those struggles are over, I know other struggles are going to come my way.  It’s life.  If you wait for those perfect moments to do something, they don’t come.

You got to go for it.  And this year, I have been.


And this year so far…

  • I’ve sent one book to a publisher.I’ve written a second book, and am typing it up for betas.  It’s about 50% (a little behind schedule) but I’m getting there.
  • The third book is being co written.
  • I’ve submitted an essay to a reputable magazine.
  • I’ve submitted an epic style poem to an anthology.
  • My podcast cracked the top 1000 and saw it rise to 576 on podomatic.  Not bad with a place with over 15 000 podcasts.
  • I may have a forth project in the realm of comics this year.

We are at March 31st and this is what I’ve accomplished so far.  I have so much farther to go.

Somehow, someway, I got to release three books, do a live podcast, continue the podcasts, add to a youtube channel, travel, meet people, and deliver on every single promise I have made to myself this year.

I like challenges.  I like doing things.  I like stepping up and going for giant leaps into the unknown.   I like delivering on cue.   I like to see what i can and can’t do.

I like having things in front of me.  I like having obstacles to climb.  I like risking failure. I like risking disappointment.  I didn’t always like this stuff.  Once upon a time I wanted to shrink away and pretend that I was the smallest thing out there.

I don’t got time for that anymore.  Size and scope are not my concerns with what I do.  My concerns are doing the things that make me happy.

I have to bet on me.  So far this is what I’ve done.  Now comes the point to go forward and take the chance that I’m as good as I feel I am.  It’s megalomaniacal, but megalomania is a necessary trait.  You need ego and confidence to bet on yourself.  You need to be fearless.

I have failed on my tasks.  I will keep failing.  But each and every time I fall, I come out stronger.  I learn more about myself.

Then I try again.

This may sound self aggrandizing.  It is a little, if I’m honest.  I’m proud of what I’ve done with my life, and I’m not ashamed to admit that.  But you have to have that faith in yourself that you can do the things that you set out to do in order to do it.  Very few people are so lucky that things falls into their lap.  Even if it does, out of that bunch, fewer still have the wisdom and fortitude to take advantage of the opportunities presented to them.

Rise up.  You can do whatever you set your mind to.  Find your purpose and make it drive you.   It will get you into a place you wouldn’t believe you’d find yourself in.  What you can do too with that purpose?  Incredible.

Enough pep talk.  I got things to do, ass to kick and risks to take.

Be bold.




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I had an interesting read the other day via facebook and a friend of mine named Chelsea Seaker.  I only had one problem with it, I didn’t like the idea of mediocre life.  I really have a problem with the word mediocre.   I equate mediocre with settling.  Settling never works out well for anyone.

But we’ll get there.


I want to begin with my least favorite conversation.  It’s four lines.  Ready?



“How are you?”

“Good.  Yourself?”


Okay it was five lines.  I hate this conversation.  It tells me nothing, and is just a polite excuse to avoid having a real conversation.

I hate the word great, even if I am guilty of using this particular word.   The reason is the choice of words here.  Good, great, mediocre.  What exactly is “good”?  How do you define “good”?  Great and mediocre are in the same category.

I equate mediocre with settling, and my reasons for that is a whole different blog, but the other two?  They are trickier.

I’m going to focus now on Great.  Of all the words, great is the most intimidating.  Great sounds larger than life.  Great sounds a lot like divine level accomplishments.  Great just sounds so big you know?  How do us mere mortals measure up?

Society has its own commentary on this word.  Great is that guy that does a start up company, travels, segregates their time between work and charitable causes, and somehow manages to also be a super athlete with perfect cheekbones and has a deal with several major companies.

I could mash this up a million different ways.  There are people who do this.  Purpose is important.  Purpose gives you focus and direction and gives you a road map to follow.  Purpose is necessary in this life.  I think if their is one thing society does show (but not tell) enough, is that you need to figure out what the heck you want.  Knowing that is crucial.

But after that?  Fuck society. It doesn’t matter what your life looks like to society.  No one fits the mold that is advertised.   Society is an illusion.  Like all good illusions it looks just real enough (another tricky word, real) that it can convince people that this is what you are going for.

It’s not about the house, the car, the kids, the wife or husband, or the perfect career.  Your life is not about necessarily being as big as possible.  Big is scary.  I don’t want a mansion at this point in my life.  I don’t want to work for a giant super mega corporation.  I like the idea of a girlfriend at this point in my life, but not exactly into the whole wife thing yet.  I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

But that’s me.   And you know what?  None of that would make me great anyway.  Lucky? Maybe.  Blessed?  Sure.  Great?  Not so much.

But wait, I said great is vague.  Well for me, it’s not.  I want to be great.   But in order to be great, I had to take a moment and think about what greatness looks like.  After thinking about it and failing and trying to do things, this is what I think greatness is.  Greatness is not big or giant.  Greatness is simply being happy in what you are doing.  Knowing what you want, pursuing it and making it happen.   It sounds so simple when I type this.  It’s a hard road though.

And the results?  May not be big in the grand scheme of the universe.   Big is kind of relative too.  Notice that a lot of descriptives people use are vague concepts?  Good, great, real, big, the list goes on and on, but I digress.

Greatness is knowing who you are and what you want.  So take some time.  Turn off your youtube and ignore cat memes for just a second and take some time to ask yourself some tough questions.

But take your time and try to answer them.   Mediocre is settling for less than what you want and doing things that aren’t you.  Good?  That’s more complicated.

But great is letting yourself be yourself, without any excuses, doing the things you feel called to do.  Because it’s in you to do whatever you want.  Life has given us all a gift.  We can live according to what we choose.  So choose wisely.

Find what makes you passionate.  Find what makes you smile.  Find what gives you joy in life, and then give yourself no excuses but to achieve it.  That is great, and I wish it for each and every one of you.

Here, below is my favorite ted talk.   Watch it and turn off your Youtube afterwards.



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Perspective is everything.

Today I ran into an old boss.  I used to work at a chain of grocery stores called Safeway.  Safeway was a decent employee by and large.  I worked in a small grocery store based out of Kensington and it was for me a great starting point from my experiences in Arizona.  Arizona has been mentioned in the past of kicking my ass hard, and while that was a good experience, I was a broken mess and I needed a fresh start.

Ironically, if I had chosen to stay in the states, Safeway very well might have been my next job.  I had a job interview for it in Show Low, Arizona.  A month later, in Calgary Alberta, I ended up working there.

The job wasn’t anything special, but it was a good come back for me.  My experience working in grocery stores was a big help and I found myself regaining my footwork back into life.

She wasn’t my first boss, but she was the one I worked with the most.  I’m not going to say we were friends, but she was very accommodating to my schedule and what I was willing to do to rebuild.  And when it was my time to leave, she let me go early.

So there I was, looking for some emergency cleaning supplies, and there she was, doing the work required in the store.  We talked, exchanged pleasantries, and I managed to get out two important words.

“Thank you.”

A lot of people didn’t like her, but she was good to me.  So once again, Thank you.


Let’s take it to another level.

I have a friend on facebook I call Rockstar.  Rockstar every night goes through her day and lists all the things that happened to her that she’s thankful for.  Every night I read it.  And it’s not big things most of the time.  Most of the time it’s the little moments in life.  People singing her happy birthday, people saying hi, that kind of thing.

Her life is much harder than mine.  Yet, each and every day no matter what struggles I may think about, I watch her and go “Damn.  She’s got me beat and she still carries on.”

So thank you Rockstar.

Sometimes it’s the smallest things that you need to remember.  We all struggle.  Right now I am going through my obstacles.  Yet for all the moments that have gone wrong the last couple, I’m grateful for a lot of things that have gone right

I am grateful for the fact that I have books coming out this year.  I am grateful that I have good people that I work with and that they’ve been so understanding.  I am grateful that so many people want to be on my podcast.  It’s such a surreal thing to me.  I’ve already talked to some amazing people this year.  You can listen to some of them right now and I encourage you to do so.

I am thankful I am still here struggling.  I am thankful that all this will pass.  And I find that for all I am going through,  I am able to smile about it most of the time.

How do I stay so positive?  I’m thankful.

Whatever you do in life, you always should be thankful to whomever gives you the time of day.  My time in Arizona taught me that nobody owes you anything.  Chances are given on whims.  Opportunities are not certain.

And when you are given them, make sure you thank the people you work with, and the people you help.  In Stormdancer, my most recent release, I made it a point to acknowledge just about each and every person I worked with in the last few years that had a positive influence during my time.   One of the other cool things about thanking people?  You take a moment and realize just how much people do for you.  It’s really humbling.

I have taken this to some extremes.  I’m still looking for some of the people that helped me back when I was a kid…and…

well, this year (because I know she’s not reading this) I made a promise that this year I’d keep my promise to my grandmother.  When I was a kid, I promised her that I’d buy her diamonds someday.   I remember getting a bracelet from a cereal box and found a whole bunch of diamond stickers on it.  I put together the bracelet, surrounding them with diamonds and gave it to her.

She still has it to this day.

I’m going to add something to it.  Not because she was serious, but because I’m that grateful.  My grandmother is one of the pillars of my life.  I love her more than she knows.  So Nanna, thank you.

Go forth and if nothing else, remember that you are still living.  That alone is reason to be thankful.


Building your own Positive Spaces


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I just finished a podcast (Check it out here if you want to see what my latest episodes are like.) and decided to address the elephant in the room that is my facebook feed.

I could post pictures, but I think it’s safe to say that social media has been a bit bi-polar lately.  I’ve never seen so much anger, outrage, division and chaos than what I’ve seen in the last few weeks.  Trump being elected is a definite game changer; but I never know what I’m going to get on my feed now as a result.

But beyond Trump, as I look at my feeds, it’s been noticeably growing a touch more negative when I read the feed.  Sometimes it’s stuff like health from some of my friends and professional colleagues.

Some of this is depression related.  That’s a serious thing and I’ve been seeing a lot of my friends going through this a lot more.  I’m not a mental health expert.  I’m not sure what I’m going to write here is practical.  I don’t pretend to have any magical answers.  But I did want to talk a little bit about this.

Negativity seems to be kind of like a virus.  You see a little trickle hear and there, and slowly but surely it seems to spread.  It’s almost hive like.

It’d be easy to me to be negative too.  In the last few months my wages have been garnished.  I didn’t have a computer, someone tried to blackmail me, and I’m not exactly where I want to be with my latest book and there’s a girl I wish I was closer with.

That’s about as negative as I’m going to get.

There’s a lot of positives I can take already from this year.  20161229_020933

Very, very soon, I’ll be able to start putting a few check marks on this thing.  I got a ton of things and a dream to pursue, roads to travel and people to meet and adventures to perform.

I have a lot to look forward to.

Part of it is I’m just an excitable thing.  I still get pumped when I interview someone.  I’m flattered beyond belief when people want to talk to me.  Now it’s gone to the point where people contact me.  I have some personal challenges with the podcast this year.  I want more value to come out of it and get more people to listen to it.   (Once again, click here if you want to listen to the current episodes.)

So I have that.

I have written two books already this year.  That is freaking insane to me.  Sure, one is an epic poem and the other is a dime novel.  But man, this is only February.  I want to see just how much I can produce this year.

If you can hear the passion and abundance in my sentences it’s because I’m legitimate in my excitement.  My next book is my first co-written project and I’m really flattered to be working with the person I am working with.  She is amazing and I’m hoping to be able to say something soon.

Part of this is my bubbly personality.  Part of it though is I’m choosing to build on my own positive spaces.

I’m choosing to have fun with my engagement with people.  I’m talking about unicorns and rainbows and dragons that are reminescent of Knighty Knight Bugs.

You know,  this:


We all go through crap.  Every day.  We have jobs we don’t like, situations we can’t control, our personal demons and darkness.  Our fears.  Our insecurities.

But we also got our loves.  Our passions.  The people that we care about.  Our dreams, goals, visions, faith, beliefs.  We all have things to push us forward.

It’s really up to us.

I’m doing what I can to keep my spirits up.  I choose to build on my positive spaces.  And that’s it.  It’s not easy.  The crap in front of you is always daunting and it stinks.  Poop always stinks.

That said, everything passes.  What is your light at the end of the tunnel?

Now if you’ll excuse me I got a dragon chasing a demon and a unicorn that farts rainbow advertisements to its consumers.  I got to figure out how to get out of the situation.  But as you can see above, some dragons are dumber than others.



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Tonight I asked an interesting question on my twitter and facebook.

cool right?

Why ask the question?

I’m at the end of my latest book.  It’s not quite there yet.  In fact, I’m writing this blog because of the quagmire finishing a story can be.

My players are in an elevator.  I know what’s waiting for them on the other side of the door when the elevator dings.  I know the horrors, the monstrosities, and the wonders that await my characters.  I know it’s there.

But I’m hesitant to cross it.

The story is nearly done you see.  I’m at the climax, the big action sequence, and the finale.

After that?  It’s over.


That’s the crux of it isn’t it?

Most of us look at the end of the story with nothing to look forward to.  I mean, once it’s done, it’s done right?  Where do you go from there?

I feel this feeling persists not just in writing, but in everything.  We are great at beginnings.  I get excited personally at the process of the challenge.  It’s like seeing something in the horizon that is amazing.  You have to work at it, (but that’s part of the fun) yet there is a journey and a path to walk.

Oh sure, problems come along.  Which project goes perfect in the end?  Yet you keep going.  Writing, composing, engineering, crafting…you name it, take work and time and care to produce.

And then you get to where I’m at…at the end.

Then what do you do?

Part of the problem too is that I’m good.  Now that might sound arrogant, but as an artist let me ask you something.   How do you know you know something at the craft, if you don’t believe yourself to be good?

The answer is that you know enough to know that there is still room for improvement.  You see your flaws with clarity; there is room for growth and you can see it.  You are at the very least, competent enough to see it.

Artists are never satisfied.  It doesn’t matter who you are, you know there is more.  There is better.  You can do better.

That, my friends is the evil trap.  It’s a seductive trap.  It is the dark side of the farce.  There comes a point when you as an artist settle.  This work you slaved, sweated, and strived at can only be so good with you as you are now.  You have to at some point let the work go and share it to the world.

It could be a publisher, agent, beta reader, or your audience.  But you as a writer in particular, need that exposure to an eye not as close to this work you have struggled with.

Sharing your work with someone in any art form is part of your growth.  You NEED to do this.  Let go.  You have other projects that are calling for your attention.  You only have so much time to do it.

Of course, none of this above is talking about the fear.  Fear is a big part of this fear of moving forward to the end.  It’s not rational.  I know deep down I have more stories to tell.  I’m a writer dang it!  I have ideas and I got at least one more book I want to do this year.   That is my rational brain functioning.

My irrational part of me still wonders.  Is this it?  Is this the last story I’m going to tell?  Who’s going to read it anyway?  Am I pretentious to put the pen to paper and do it?

The end is here.


There’s another way to look at it.   Endings are beginnings too.  When I finish this story and it’s not in my head, and I’m letting my friends and beta readers eviscerate the story and make it something that my audience wants to read.  I got other stories I need to tell.  Doing other projects will help me grow.  Each journey I take is part of my growth as an artist.  It will make me stronger and better at my craft.  It will allow me to triple down on my strengths as a storyteller.  I will look back on my story and see where I can make it better.

But I won’t touch it.  I will finish it and move on.  I have more stories to tell and things to say.  I have to write them dang it.

It’s not just my ending.  It’s a new beginning.  When I think of it like that, it’s easier to put those last words to the page.  Which is now what I’m going to do.


The journey goes on.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I got a story to finish.  I left my characters in the elevator.  I have to see what happens when they open the door.

Don’t be afraid to open yours.



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Before I begin with the entry, I encourage you all to check out my guest blog at project awesome.   The link is here, and you can learn a bit about the podcasts.  The link is here.  Read it and come back here.  I’ll be waiting.

Read it?  Good.



Last night I convinced someone to write her novel.

I tend to be an encouraging guy.  I want everyone to succeed.   I don’t really care what your dreams are;  I want you to have them.  You deserve them.  Make those dreams real, and make it so your dreams never were dreams at all.

I really believe that.  So one of the most frustrating things for me is that there are so many people out there (writers, I am talking to YOU) that want to write that book, that want to

But you don’t.

I don’t know why you don’t.  Maybe you think you’re not good enough.   If you are one of those people I want to stop you right here.  Good is a very relative term.  “Good” is the most terrible answer to “How are you?” I know of.  Why you ask?  You say nothing.  What is good?

Good you see is up for grabs.  Good is an ideal, and you can’t quantify it with any form of measurement.   Good is…meaningless.

When someone asks me how I am, I tell them, what is on my mind right that minute.  Fine or good only come out of my mouth when I’m tired.  I suck at small talk and have no intention of working to get good at it.

Upon further reflection, good may not quite be right here.  Maybe it’s the phrase “Good enough.”  I mean enough is kind of how we are conditioned in school you know?  “You can be anything you want to be…provided you get an education.” or “provided you meet the requirements.”  Now provided is a provision.  The underscored, unmentioned word in provided is good enough.

Now before I continue, I’m not trying to denigrate getting an education. I bring up that example because it’s an easy example.  Good enough is ingrained into us at a very young age.  So that maybe when you get that calling inside you to write that book, you just don’t think the work, or you are good enough.

I’m here to say this:  until you actually write the book, I don’t want you to think about the idea of “good” or “enough” or the words together.  Instead I want you to focus on the more important thing.

Doing it.  You know, putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, or even voice to phone.   Really it doesn’t matter how you do it. I don’t care if you plot or pants (no pun intended) or some combination of the two.   What matters is that you do it.

Doing and not doing is the biggest reason people do not make their dreams real.  You have to actually put in the work to get things done.   You have to be willing to make the sacrifices of your time and energy to work towards those goals you see yourself doing.

In short, if you’re a writer, you have to write.  That means being on a keyboard like I am right now putting together this short little entry that’s trying to get you off your butt to write your face off.

You got a novel in you?  Several?  Great.  Put the pen to paper.  Write it down.   Make sure the whole idea is out there, laid bare in its pure skeletal phase.  When you get to the point of revisions, you can play around with it and take apart the guts of your work and put them back together – adding entrails, some meat and muscle to the prose you worked hard crafting together.

But to get to this point, you need to write.  So that story you got in your head?  I want you to write that first sentence right now.  Take a pen, or turn on your word processor and put that sentence to the screen.

Afterwards, the next day, do it again.  Add to the sentence with the next one.  It will come to you.  Even if all you do is sentence, little by little that masterpiece you have inside you will come out.   It will tell you things you didn’t know to be true, and learn about your characters and yourself in the process.

Okay, enough blabbering from me.  I got stuff to do.  You do too.  I’ll leave the entry with this quote.  Remember it, and do it.  Doing may be the most important thing of all, and with writing it’s no different.


Have a good one!

Unicorns that Fart Rainbows


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I want to make this clear.  This wasn’t my idea.

My sister made a request for my next book the Cloud Diver.  She wanted me to insert a unicorn that farts rainbows.  The nature of the universe in The Cloud Diver does allow for me to insert a unicorn that farts rainbows, and any other strange and wonderful thing I choose.  Isn’t that lovely?

But then she had to make it difficult.  I couldn’t kill said unicorn.  In fact, I had to promise.  And if you know me, you know that I hate breaking promises.  If I give my word, I keep it.  That’s the goal and the plan.  In fact – this is the only spoiler I will officially give about Cloud Diver – the unicorn does live, and in fact plays a much bigger role in the Cloud Diver Universe than I previously expected.

Which of course leads to a problem.  I have to find a name for the unicorn.  At the day job I was thinking of names that didn’t fit with the context of the story (s?) I’m working on.  I didn’t think of one that satisfied the characteristics of said unicorn and had a problem.

My solution was facebook.

Now I have to admit to having an evil plot of my own.  You see,  Facebook is a bit of a bi polar experience for me right now.  Most of my friends cannot seem to help themselves about the current president.  I mean, yes, he’s a twitter troll, comes off like a misogynistic whatchamacallit and has some characteristics that are more reminiscent of Pinocchio than any rational thinking and caring human being – at least as far as I can see.  (the last bit, to be fair, is something that he has in common with previous presidents, so I can’t hold that against him too much.) Between that and reading about punching Nazis – a slightly more complicated debate on both sides than either side wants to admit – I felt kind of down.

I’m really tired of listening to politics on my boards.  That said, I can’t blame anyone for feeling like they feel and doing what they do.  That whole freedom of expression thing is important, but I feel as though with times as uncertain as these, levity more than anything else is necessary.


So with In-augeration day approaching, I put my plan into action.

I decided to ask Facebook to name my unicorn.  That was two days ago.  I’m still getting names even today.  It’s dying down now, but i have had over sixty people officially post on the thread making suggestions, and I’ve had about sixty more than that second, defend, and rationalize and approve on choices.

My personal highlight on this is that Robert Sawyer joined in on the fun.  That of all the people that participated was the biggest surprise of all.  Now I have to say here that Roy G. Biv (look it up) is definitely the standard name test to beat.  I’m not sure that’s going to be the final name, but it’s something that I’m going to be looking at.

Without a doubt, so far that thread has been the most fun I’ve had.  There are so many names, puns, dragon ball z or pokemon esque attacks.  The thread on my facebook page is phenomenal.  Even though now I have the unenviable task to choose unicorn names, (and I will) I’ve never seen so many walks of life get involve in something so random.

I had a plan, and my plan was to do something fun. I  didn’t want to be another political rant day on the dawning of a new president.  I wanted to remind people (including myself) that there is good and that people want to have fun.

And for each and every one of you that did so, thank you.


I learned something from this though as well.  If I ever decide to do a contest in regards to the Cloud Diver, I am going to come up with something as fun as this.  I had such a blast I’m going to have to figure it out.

But I also came out of this feeling a sense of hope.  People really just want to not worry about complicated things.  We all feel at this moment that things are moving beyond our control.  The system seems to be going into a talespin, and no one has any answers.  Yet for all that, I can talk to grown up people and at least for a moment make them remember the fun stuff.

Unicorns that fart rainbows.  Ice Cream and baileys.

If all of us can share in the wonder that is the simple things in life, there is hope for us all.  And I want to thank each person who participated in that for reminding me of this.

I can’t promise answers, but I do hope all of us keep to whatever little things we have in life.  It gives me hope that no divide can’t be bridged.


In One Word…


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It’s been a while since I’ve written in the blog.  It’s been an interesting few months, and I thought it’s about time I do something a little different.

But first…

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Welcome back.

I want you guys to take a little look at this.


That’s my plan for 2017 so far.

I’m nuts.  I know.  I’ve even added a few more to the list since I posted this.  I’m nuts.  I’ve already said that.  Whatever.

So I’m a goal orientated person.  I accomplished a lot and I’m intending to accomplish more.  I’m working on accomplishing goals as a writer, podcaster, and publicist.  Most of these goals are writing centric you see here, and I’m going to go through the top two quickly.

The Wandering God

Mirror World Books recently announced this.  This is the final book of the Watcher trilogy and as of this writing my part of it has been handed in.  This book is now in the editing mode.  This time around, we’re taking time.  Expect to hear more in the spring, but for now, watch out for September.

The Cloud Diver

The Cloud Diver is my own project.  It will be published if all goes to plan in April or May.  More soon.

I have a ton more – some personal, professional, and some other ones that are here.  But if I have to sum up every single thing on my list to one ultimate goal.


I want to shape who I am.   There are a lot of things I want to accomplish.  I don’t do it for the money.  (Although I want some for sure…) I do it because there is a person I envision myself being and I can only become this person in my head by doing the things I want.

So I create goals for myself.  Will I hit every thing on that list?  I hope so, but I really don’t know.

Speaking of the list, you may have noticed I have one check mark.  That’s right, my podcast Just Joshing is going live.   Stay tuned for more details, but I already got guests.  It’s a new challenge for me.  I’ve been behind the computer doing the podcast over the year, and I’m going to give it a bit of a shot to do it live.  I don’t know if anyone will see it, but it seems like fun.

Why not?

Alright.  Back to the one thing.  The one word, all these goals (not revolutions, I hate those.) I have on this list.  All of this is to accomplish one thing.  One word.


Year in and out I resent the fact that I’m still at a day job.  This year I’m pushing to leave – at least for a time.  I have a moment in time, a release date to shoot for, and I’m going all in.  This month and the next, I have to deal with some stuff and plan and co-ordinate.  I’m plotting my escape from this prison.

I’m going to do it.  I’m getting rid of anything I can think of that can get in the way of me doing what I need to do.  I had an amazing year and I want to keep the momentum going.  So I will.

Freedom.  It’s a powerful word.

I want it.  Nothing will stand in my way.

I hope you’re 2017 is bold, brash, and daring.  Do the things you feel called to do.   I want you to be free.  I’ll see you out there.

Stay Inspired.


Coming soon: The end of an epic.

Mirror World Publishing

Next up in our new releases for 2017 is the long awaited finale to The Watcher Trilogy, called The Wandering God.  If you haven’t read The Watcher, or its sequel, Stormdancer, I urge you to give them a try. Joshua Pantalleresco has created a truly unique post-apocalyptic world where dragons rule over what remains of the human race, and one young boy dreams of discovering the world beyond the slave compound he was born into. This young boy, The Watcher, sets out to discover what else is out there and in the sequel, Stormdancer, shows his friends the value of doing the same. What awaits us in this final installment? Well, I’m just as eager as you to find out.

What is most unique about Joshua Pantalleresco’s epic is its style. The complex and deeply intuitive story is told through simple accessible poetry and beautiful graphic art by the extremely…

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We All Inspire


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I am sitting in Windsor Ontario just before dawn. Soon I will see one of my own personal heroes. Tonight I got to also see one of my oldest friends in the world.  We talk about that mostly graceful move into middle age.

But we also talk about success.   Neither of us thought we would be where we are.  Now I am sure that no one really has the same model of success our parents had in this day and age. But it’s easy to look at what others have and what you don’t and second guess yourself.

My friend surprised me by saying that I may be the most successful of us all. “You’re living your dream,”  he said.  “you inspire me.

I have to admit that typing is gives me chills.  I never expected to hear that.  It still stuns me.

But we do this to ourselves all the time.  I am right in the sense that I am doing nothing that special.  I am just facing my daily struggles.  All of us do that.

But on the same token, isn’t that amazing?  Everyday we all fans email the struggles in our lives.  I know people personally that face things I honestly have no concept on how to deal with.  I know people who struggle to make their dreams come true.  I know people who seek change, whether it’s going back to school or overcoming depression.

The fact of the matter is that we pay attention to each other’s challenges. We don’t always have answers but we respect when people rise up and face them head on.  It’s not always about the big successes; rather it’s about the little victories, and not accepting defeat.

My friend reminded me of this.  If you are reading  this, I am proud of you man.   Keep going.  To the rest, keep being incredible. You amaze me doing what you do.  I am flattered some of you feel the same.