Seventeen Means Nothing

Sixteen times. Over the past five years, sixteen times I have set out to keep a consistent journal of my endeavors as an author. (Trust me, I counted.) Sixteen times I have typed a little blurb just like this one, filled with pledges and commitments of all kinds, and sixteen times I have done little thereafter to keep my word. So this is number 17. I make no promises here, formulate no inspirational thoughts. There is no guarantee I’ll stick with this—I’m not holding my breath, and neither should you.

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Literary fiction novelist, short story writer, sporadic (though admittedly inept) poet. Husband to a wonderful wife, stay-at-home father of two rowdy kids, grad student. 24 years old feeling more like 43.

That’s me in a nutshell.

B.A. in Interdisciplinary Studies with concentrations in English and journalism from North Greenville U. Currently pursuing MFA in Creative Writing with a concentration in fiction writing from Converse College.

That’s my education.