We’ve arrived in Texas.  I put my wife (and unborn child) on a plane last Wednesday.  It’s now the next Friday, and I’m already here with 1,400 miles of desert spun beneath my feet.  My father flew out to L.A. to help me load and pack the truck, and once it was we stuck out driving along the seemingly unending stretch of road that comprises Interstate 10.  Although it took almost three full days of driving, the trip went by quickly.  My wife and her parents met us at the new place and we unloaded the truck and were inside—among boxes, anyway—within a few hours.  I’m near Lake Travis, and it’s gorgeous.  Strangely, it still hasn’t quite sunk in that I’ve moved from Los Angeles.  I think this is due to the fact that it happened so fast.  From decision to move to actual execution of everything was a mere month and a half.
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We moved here with the hopes, dreams, and blind aspirations of two newlywed lovers longing to make an impact on the world before us. Now, four years later, we return home to Texas still filled with hopes and dreams but now longing for a quieter life, and one in which our new baby will understand the importance of family and breathe the clean air of the hill country. We leave this city in the hands of those who understand how to balance the busyness and the personal that we just quite couldn’t get a handle on. We love Los Angeles and the friends we’ve made here, but despite four years and several moves trying to make this mass of people and cars feel like home, it never has. We felt like we were chasing a stability that didn’t exist. (more…)

A webisode I cut for the band One Republic. It’s a tour log piece about their show at the House of Blues, Anaheim last year. It is also posted on the band’s MySpace page. (more…)

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Check back soon.

Here is the new site, and I’m proud to say I created this basically from the ground up. While my old blog tended to just focus on funny web links and the politics of the day, I’ve come to realize there are far too many pundits out there for me to care anymore. I deeply desire to have my life—and my web presence—mean more than who’s politicking at any given moment.
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“So soft and cold the horrible memory descends; most unwelcome it clips the present happiness—what little there is—and shrouds all future thought until it passes over and through. Like a cancer it may leave, but only for a time before it returns, and this time with all the smashing powers of heaven, or as is most wont, with all the fires and pain of hell.

See that darkening sky all those years ago, the last of the sun’s embers burning away into the ebony sheet of night. The plains here are dry and bleak, and brown grass crackles in the surging wind. Here, along the gravel road bordered with miles of stake-and-line fencing, nothing is heard but the occasional rustle of a tumbleweed bouncing in the breeze and the clinking of an old sign clinging to the fence by a solitary rusted loop as it flops up and down striking the barbed wire.”

These are the opening paragraphs (so far) of my first novel. I’m really loving this process, letting the words take me where they will. At this point I’m still churning out loads of unnecessary verbiage on the way to a completed first draft, but I’m amazed at how, with love and care, my characters seem to me to be telling the story to me. I don’t mean that in a crazy, schizophrenic way, but in a way in which they all seem to be shouting for this to be written down. I guess we’ll see.

Oh, and I’m not using a typewriter. Maybe one day I’ll graduate to one…

 First Novel: 1st Draft

words: 53,000 / 150,000 (35%)