In order to keep evolving as a man, I have embraced the fact that I am partly a vicious, unthinking animal.

For every moment of every day
I look deep in the mirror and I say:
“Have I done all I could? Have I done my best?”
And if I answer honestly, whether it be Yea or Nay,
Then for that moment-just that one SINGLE moment-
I’ve passed a Higher kind of Test.

There isn’t enough “you” to make more than a few stories/pieces. To consistently tap that glory that graces your art with a higher truth, get “you” out of the way.

Only then will a force of all colors, including ones we can only imagine, be transmitted with the purest iridescence. You call it what you want. I’ve seen it misinterpreted so many times, I like to leave it nameless.

When I contemplate, I try to see the same concept described in an infinity of ways: As sad, as happy, as funny, as serious, as dark, as uplifting…

I do this not just to expand my versatility as a writer, but to expand the versatility of my consciousness.

Dear Writer: Don’t ask “What would I say if I was this guy?” In your mind, just BE the guy and SAY it.

If any of you harbor the same incendiary rage that I do, don’t deny it. Use it to assault your inner shortcomings and weaknesses, strangling the life from them until they lay cold and forgotten where they belong.

Good art is therapy: you break from the exhausting effort it takes to maintain an identity and allow a massive, unseen force of symmetry to express itself through you.

It’s not so much creating as allowing creation to happen.

In order to infuse all aspects of story with meaning, heighten awareness to see the infusion of meaning in all aspects of life.

Haiku on the fly!:
What Would Bruce Wayne Do?
Be disciplined: Slay weakness.
That’s Dark Knight as F*CK!