You’re probably wondering how the hell I ended up here.

One doesn’t become a writer unless they think they have something to say. When I was younger it was an untapped firehose of expression. The things I wrote were often questionable in taste, or cringe in their absolute sincerity. Sometimes I wrote things that had a positive effect on the community around me and sometimes I pissed people off. I do always find it interesting that I’ve gotten in far more trouble in my life for the things I’ve said or written than anything I’ve ever actually done. As time went on I began to refine not only the style and functionality of my writing but my tastes and breadths of interest. I realized that I needed to step it up, take things to the next level. Leave the internet behind for a while. I started to publish ‘zines. In 2009 I started writing a novel that would become two, the first drafts of which I wrote back to back. In 2012 I published my first novel. In 2019, after nearly a decade, I finally released the 3rd book in a trilogy, technically my 5th book, I just ceased to give a shit. I didn’t really care what I had to say anymore, a feeling that had been building over the past couple years. I was sick of my stories. Sick of my own ideas. I was disappointed in my lack of success, always a better writer than a marketer. The decade since I’d started writing novels in earnest had been a gauntlet as I struggled to survive in overpriced Vancouver, figure out myself and make the time to create. There were a lot of factors in my lack of success, although none more obvious than my descent into a conspiracy of municipal, academic and non-profit affairs. Over the past decade of writing my life became, for long periods of time, a constantly surreal mirror world of my fictional realities. At a certain point it was hard to tell if my art was influencing my life or vice-versa. There were some good thrilling times, but there were also some really dark times that in the moment were hard to comprehend. It’s all a lot to get into really.

But that’s why I’m back. To tell some of the tales for posterity. Over the coming weeks and months I’m going to be sharing my experiences and adventures as a writer, supernaut, investigator, band manager, bartender and occasional bystander.