Tag: recovery

  • Walking Through The Creeping Darkness.

    Walking Through The Creeping Darkness.

    Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about spirals. Not the optimistic kind that climbs upward, but the kind that feels like it descends forever. Finishing The Recursive Man has been stranger than I expected. For years, my life had a destination. There was always another chapter to revise, another scene to rethink, another sentence to…

  • The Triptych- How Forrest Gump, The Dark Half, and The Gunslinger Helped Me Find Myself

    The Triptych- How Forrest Gump, The Dark Half, and The Gunslinger Helped Me Find Myself

    People often ask writers what their favorite books are. That’s actually a difficult question for me because my favorite books change depending on the day, my mood, and where I am in life. There are hundreds of books I have loved over the years, from children’s books to literary fiction, fantasy, horror, history, and memoir.…

  • The Recursive Man Playlist: A Life-Stories Soundtrack

    The Recursive Man Playlist: A Life-Stories Soundtrack

    Sound has always been an integral part of my life. I listen to music pretty much constantly—except for those rare moments when I turn it off to go deep into writing. Music helps me regulate my emotions while fully feeling them. In certain moods I know to avoid certain tracks because, as you can see…

  • Greenville, SC and the Business of Drinking

    Greenville, SC and the Business of Drinking

    I started drinking young. Twelve or thirteen, somewhere in there. Young enough that it should sound absurd now, but normal enough that it barely raised eyebrows then. Drinking looked fun. It looked grown. It looked like what adults did when they wanted to celebrate, loosen up, laugh louder, and become bigger versions of themselves. For…

  • I Shouldn’t Be Here Or: On Faith and the Never-Ending Story

    I Shouldn’t Be Here Or: On Faith and the Never-Ending Story

    I have nearly died more times than I can count. That isn’t hyperbole. I’ve been in hospitals, in rapid decline, close enough to death that it stopped feeling abstract. It’s happened often enough that I can’t even give you an exact number anymore. The closest was a heart attack that killed 14% of my heart…