Wednesday, October 12, 2016


I’m sure I’ve belabored this point before—when you blog irregularly, and you don’t have that many followers, it’s somewhat more logical to repeat yourself—but I have decided, yet again, to give up my job search.  In total, I think I was rejected for seven or eight jobs over the course of the months from May to September 2016, although I did receive, for the first time in history, positive feedback during the first interview.  My second interview proved yet again that I am far better on paper, as when I open my mouth to answer the boilerplate questions, I might as well be speaking a foreign language.  My third interview never happened at all—I was scheduled to meet with someone, told after I arrived on time to wait until they were available, and then left to decay.  I think it was probably a sign from above; I wasn’t meant for the job.  After thirty minutes of waiting, I left.  No one called to check on me afterward, so perhaps it was a mutual sign of discord.  The other rejections were the standard form emails, or no response at all, which is always a sign that A) nobody wants to even bother calling to say no, or B) they’ve already hired their cousin/uncle/childhood friend, and were only advertising the position under the guise of fairness and equity.

People might read this and think I’m lazy—and don’t feel guilty, because I’ve had relatives not-so-subtly suggest that I am a shiftless, overeducated wimp—but I can assure you I am not.  I didn’t go to college for seven years because I thought it might be fun—it decidedly was not—nor did I take out a ton of student loans to benefit my health.  I wanted a good education, and I still want to work to earn a living.  I would love to travel, marry, and have a family.  Hell, I’d just love to have any kind of social life at this point.  As it is, my primary interactions occur at the post office and public library; every few months, I talk to a neurologist, two or three nurses, and a few lab technicians.  Otherwise, I spend more time alone that a scientist positioned at the North Pole weather station.  It just seems as though the opportunities that are out there—or that I thought would be out there—are open to everyone but me.  I never want to be arrogant, but I would actually love to have self-esteem at some point in my life.  More often than not, I feel defective, as though I never developed the necessary skills needed for life.  Perhaps when God was handing them out, I had stepped out of line to watch Days of our Lives.  There are so many things others seem able to do without effort that don’t even seem within the realm of possibility for me.  I have manners, and I try to be affable and kind toward people, but I’ve just never been what you would term gregarious.  I may have been as a child, but my peers and teachers, at least from the age of ten on, quickly knocked that out of me.  I can’t even whistle, for goodness’ sake!  I’m pretty good at self-pity, though, and I was a decent writer before my brain grew a tumor and damaged my short-term memory.

If you’re reading this, better be sure to bundle up.  The first Arctic air of the season is heading south.  To quote the great poet Jason Aldean, I could use a little more summertime.   

Friday, June 10, 2016

Two Years Later

It has been two years now since I first experienced the symptoms that would later be diagnosed as a brain tumor.  And while I wouldn’t say that my life is markedly better now—indeed, sometimes it seems much worse—I met a lot of wonderful people during the process, made new friends, and reconnected with old ones.  If anyone asks, I know exactly which medications will help with nausea during chemotherapy, and I have been in the MRI machine so many times that I am now an old pro at having scans.  I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, or the best-looking, or the wealthiest person you’ll ever meet, but I am skilled at one thing:  surviving.

Monday, April 11, 2016

The Truth

After five years of unemployment, multiple failed interviews, and scores of rejections, I am ready to admit the truth:  being hired has nothing to do with what you know, and everything to do with who you know.  Positions are only advertised under the façade of equality; if you are not related by blood, marriage, or some other tenuous connection to the person in charge, your qualifications and/or education might as well be non-existent.  Prior to sinking your valuable time, money, and years into a college education, you’d better make sure beforehand that a job will be waiting for you upon graduation or you will have one very hard row to hoe.  Don’t believe me?  Take your perfectly-good résumé and apply for a position at a place where you don’t know the hiring official or aren’t related to the man in charge, and see what happens.  Trust me—you’ll wind up in the same boat as me, but hopefully with less debt.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016


I won't lie to you--for the past to years or so, my ability to write, and to create, has been severely diminished.  That's the primary reason blog posts, as well as new novels, have become so infrequent.  I even have another novel I began at least as far back as 2014 that remains uncompleted; I plan to finish it eventually, but lately I just can't find the inspiration.  The good news, however, is that I have managed to complete a shorter novel, entitled Run, which is available now in paperback, and will be available next week as an eBook.  It details the relationship between Sienna Thorpe, a successful architect who loves her job but has spent her entire life running from love, intimacy, and the potential for lasting happiness.  Her life is changed forever when she meets Harmon Brent, a transplant from Alabama who has come to Kentucky to put down roots.  Harm is a man with a great head for business--his sporting goods stores have spread across the country and even to foreign countries, but he's never had much luck in his personal life.  I attempted to write a longer novel than my last one, but only succeeded in reaching 50,000 words.  The purchase link as well as the cover are featured below.  As always, I welcome comments, feedback, and suggestions.