"Holding people dear" is not the same as holding onto all their detritus and ephemera. You can give it fancy names, but it's junk compared to the actual moments and people.

The point is, physically, at least at the cellular level, you’re replenishing all the time. Your ideas could, too.

The offer’s out there. I truly believe we’re still in a giving and caring culture, that there are people who would give you the shirt off their back. When I offer to serve others, I mean it, and most others do, too.

Writing about memorable things in the heat of a sale or auction or move might seem impractical, but there’s no better time. Once it’s out the door, it may be harder to recollect the significance of something. You don’t want that thing to fade into obscurity, now do you?

Living in the country was perfect for us, a true fertile ground for raising kids, but now it's become a fool's paradise.

Bigotry, misogyny, poverty…as well as many other challenging topics…all get fair and credible treatment in Overstake’s Wichita. 

My wife uses a ‘swear’ sometimes. It’s gritty and always gets a response out of me. She times its execution deliberately, skillfully dropping the word in at just the right moment to send me spiraling in agony. Her word?

I've spent my life trying to do the right thing and fixing it when I don't. "A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them." That's John Maxwell.

This is the super hero of tomorrow? Meet Kai Riddle, as lost as he looks.

I think maybe that I wouldn’t even WANT to have too much spilled out, spelled out, spoiled for me. I don’t want to know when I’ll die or the cause of my death. I don’t even want to know what I’ll have for breakfast until that time has come.

Take a pinch of time travel, mix in some romance, but don't forget the menacing threat to the future...but Endless Tempest is not quite like these suggestions, now is it?

I’ve contributed to time capsules. I’ve written journal pages that have, on review, made me a lot more gentle on myself. I’ve cranked out many, many love notes I hope my wife keeps. I’ve tried to express myself to my children, so they’ll know their value. In all this writing, I am very conscious of the preservative, time-traveling nature of “putting it in writing.”

I have issue with first person, for unless it’s a court transcript, a confession, or an epistolary tale, I find the vehicle of delivering in first person to be disingenuous and a bit clunky. I use it to get in the head of a character in a draft here/there, but I feel it might reveal too much if not deftly managed.

I might be wise or strong or quick or handsome in a cave all by myself, but to trust or be trusted, well, I'd need a cave bear at any rate.

We expense energy and attention on technology, but we’ve been fixated on other things over time, from golden calves to hourglass figures. Wars have been fought over salt and silk…and oil.

The future may bring us to desperation over high fructose corn syrup, like in my novels, or, say, our most precious resources like water and sunlight.

From passing notes and writing poems in grade school to writing in my journal and blog, and now writing longer public, published works—it all makes me feel good.

I hope just a few of them leave class for the day listening to the euphony of a word, like diarrhea or mammogram...

Almost any night, I can take the ephemeral reigns of my dreams and guide the coursers where I wish. Thus, I am my own production studio.

There needs to be more what-iffing in this F-ing world. How are we supposed to create novelty if we don't think beyond our bounds?

What "what if" might you posit?