A good story is clarity—the sharper the focus on the characters and plot, the better the story.

I live a focused life in the middle of a chaotic world, trying to determine what’s more important: the next scene of my lead character or whether I can get away with not paying the light bill until next week.

I have been supporting my writing addiction for many years, but lately it’s become harder to support my habit.

It's a problem of heart and desire.

When you lose all the things that meant anything to you, the answers you’ve come up with in your life suddenly become questions.

Every now and then I recall the enormity of all that I lost in one dark month—November, 2010.

Losing two Mrs. Bolados is more than most men could live through.

What does that make me—a man who can lose so much and still live?

I like the rain, but hate getting wet; I like ice cream, but only if it’s melted; I love viewing the sunset, but hate having to wait all day for it; I have a beautiful two story house in town but live mostly at Rene’s house—I am this evolving mystery that is impossible to solve.

My work and this blog are my life’s story.

I'm an author, and this is my culture.