I don’t know how but I’m going to write a novel. I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was 15-years-old and it is so ingrained in me that I can’t imagine wanting anything else.
I’ve tried magazine features, blogs, cause-related marketing, speech writing and PR. While it’s nice to know I can make a living, for once I’d like to put my name on something worth reading. (At this point, 20 chapters of something honest and only slightly decent would suffice) I’m getting too damn old to keep letting myself down. On that morose note, I begin my slow whiskey descent. You can watch that here.

