Circumstances change incredibly quickly while your attention is divided, I’ve realized.

2014 has been a mixed bag of successes and yet-to-be-conquered obstacles. On one hand, my work on any novel-length fiction has pretty much come to a standstill. If anyone has a cure for writer’s block, I’ll literally pay you anything for the information at this point. On the positive side, two of my works are now available on ThoughtCatalog, which you can find here and here.

In completely unrelated news, I’m soon to be relocating to Toronto.

In other completely unrelated news, I don’t have any other unrelated news.


There is no gamble more dangerous than planning to have the money, freedom, and time to do what you truly want to later in life.

You don’t have the money yet, so you need to work. As you want to get to your dreams more quickly in this scenario, you take the sure thing. The free ride. You don’t love the job, but the money is right. Better than the just-scraping-by scenario you’d be in if you’d tried desperately for the job you really wanted.

It didn’t pay well, right? You made the right decision.

Didn’t you?

The days blur together as your meager nest-egg slowly begins to gain size. If life is only in the moment in which you experience it, the majority of your life is then spent waiting. Counting down to five o’clock. Counting down to Friday. Counting down until summer. Counting down until you don’t have to do this anymore and can sleep in and can actually look forward to Monday and this doesn’t have to be a struggle.

But what then?



“The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…”

— Stephen King




The fact that when you were a kid you thought being an adult meant freedom to do what you wanted. Forgetting that as a kid you had so much imagination, ambition, and energy to explore what life has to offer. As a kid you couldn’t wait for adulthood so you can buy as much candy as you wanted, stay up all night, and not have someone always keep their eye on you.

Now as an adult you’re walking past a neighbor’s house and you think, well he did some nice landscaping. Then you get home and you think no one knows where I am right now and no one cares. You only want to sleep so you won’t be tired for work and candy is the last thing you want because the pounds pile on faster than they used to.

- Reddit User


There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.

Ernest Hemmingway


The best part about writing an article called Persistence is taking a month plus to follow up.

It’s awfully cute, isn’t it. Once you’re out of the educational system, the days blend together. A week without writing becomes a month, a month becomes three.

Don’t stop.

Be mindful of your habits.


While last time I chose to dwell on consistency, I think it’s even more important to discuss persistence.

Consistency is doing something repeatedly, without fail. Persistence is continuing to be consistent, with many fails.

I’ve discussed failure on this blog time and time again, because it’s a topic I constantly have on my mind. Every day, I seem to think of something I could have done better. I think of something I gave up on, a friendship I let slide, or a bad review that shattered how I felt about my writing proficiency. At the time, they are failures.

Failure has a permanent ring to it, doesn’t it? If something is a failure, then it is something that has come to pass – and, well… failed. A misstep is something that almost hit the mark, but likewise fell off to the side.

Persistence is taking your failures and erasing them, without erasing the lessons learned.

Even if you can only erase them from the forefront of your mind.

So, let’s go higher.