There are times when I don’t post here, seeming gaps in my writing. Sometimes it’s because I’m too tired, too busy, too something, but sometimes it's because I’m bleeding myself into another form of writing. This other writing is the kind of stuff I’ve done all of my life, often encouraged early on by my father and by Larry Christian, the father of my best bud Gwenn. Since then, I’ve shown this other writing only to my closest friends, but no matter how they've responded, I’ve always ended up destroying my work in fits of utter self-consciousness. Yes, it seems that with everything I churned out came a double-heaping of self-doubt regarding the very work that I consider the most personally rewarding (and challenging).

That said, I'm about to post something that I've been working on for a while now. It'll be posted on a new page I've created called Not Quite Truths. This entry is called "Where We're From."

In the future, I'll alert you when I've posted something on this page and, before you click over, be warned that the entries there will likely always be longer than that which you can get away with reading while your boss is out on a smoke break...these are going to be more like the stuff that is long enough to, like my good buddy once advised me to do, "carry to the crapper with you for some quality reading time." Delicate sort my friends are, huh?

That said, please do read it. Moreover, please, please give me some feedback. If I don't hear from you, my double-heaping of self-doubt will tell me that the unwritten feedback was bad. Really, really bad.

And yes, I know, this sounds very needy, but I feel as though I finally need an answer as to whether this writing is something I do for self-fulfillment or if there truly might be an audience. This piece, in particular, has created an urgency for the answer to this question because these characters really do need more development and this story could very well consume my writing for many months to come. That said, yes, I'm needy.