Hello readers, Just a quick update for this blog. Next week I hope to have the next installment of "Moose Knuckle and the Lion's Eye" up. However, I'm also looking for topics for at least 4 more entries but I don't know what everyone would like me to talk about. So, I'm going to hand this off to anyone out there that reads this. What topics or subjects do you want to discuss. Comment here and the best ones will make onto the site next week. Nothing is closed off...unless it's

Hello readers, So as much as I like discussing topics on this blog, some of these posts are going to be me announcing what I'm doing...because otherwise I'm going to run out of things to talk about unless it's the weather or politics and I think the media prints enough of that trash. This week I started outlining my second book. I know, you're thinking didn't you just release a book last month? Yes I did. However, that doesn't mean you stop. Writing is like any other job. Jus

I think there's a common misconception, or at least a lie that everyone tells to themselves when they're reading a book. Perhaps, it's not even thought about, but here it is. People think a writer sits down at a desk with a laptop, keyboard, typewriter or even a pen and paper and just starts to write. Then magically a few hours or even days later there's a perfect story on stacks of white paper or written in a program and then the writer leans back in their chair, smiles and

I've come to realize, both as an independent artist and now a writer that promotion of one's own work is a lot like shouting into a cave and hoping for a response. I know, that sounds bleak and maybe a little like hyperbole but it's something every indie artist, writer, film maker, musician, etc. has to accept. That it's going to feel impossible at times. I also don't think some are aware of just how large a task it is, self promotion I mean. You're going to constantly look f

George Sumner walked briskly down the street in Richmond, a suburb of Vancouver, Canada. It was mid-September and the air was a touch chilly but nothing that would bother anyone who was born and raised in the north lands like George had been. He’d gone to high school in Richmond, but had tried everything to get out. He’d done just that after he’d graduated. He’d spent two years at Columbia College in north Vancouver before flunking out. He’d accepted that college hadn’t been

So I have to admit putting my thoughts out to the world is not something I'm entirely comfortable with, but I do realize that its the things that are uncomfortable that worth doing. It's what allowed me to publish my book, if I'm being honest, it was a touch scary. However, I have tried to do things in my life that scare me. I've been on stage in front of strangers, I've put my art on display and I've moved across the country in the years I've been alive. All scary prospects.