As I lay here watching the end of The Tudors, a stick of beef jerky catches my eye. A little kid came by earlier selling the jerky for a dollar to raise money for his church. I decided to be kind and donate the buck. Well, that purchase has haunted me, for I got the idea in my head that somehow it is poisoned. That someone, maybe the boy's father stuck a syringe filled with an awful substance through the protective wrapping, stabbing the meat. This thought is bugging the hell out of me. On one… Continue

Most days are a struggle for me... because I'm Bipolar! Whether I innocently encounter doubts or I subconsciously decide to put one in place, and allow it to define the entire day, I am often left pondering "How do you know?" Well, today is one of those days, I feel ill at ease about everything. Mainly it's centered on what makes a person a writer, how do you know you have the talent? Anyone can claim it but does that make it so? With Bipolar "delusions of grandeur" rears it's pointed head with… Continue