For my pre-book life, you're going to have to read the story for the details. As for where I'm at now...
Aside from a brief stint of about 8 months in New York City, my last few years have been out on the road in some capacity. I've literally circled the globe 3 times now, road tripped across the country two more times, and completed my goal of visiting all 50 states #humblebrag, living the remote life and going mostly month to month in each location.
But I was in Sydney last year and I distinctly remember the exact moment when I said to myself, "You know what, I think I'm done now." Someone aptly compared it to the scene in Forrest Gump when Hanks is running through the Arizona desert and has a pack of people following him and he just stops, turns around, and says, "I think I'll go home now." For me now, that home is San Diego, and I'm very happy to be planting roots finally, and even have some symbolic real-life plants to care for in my apartment.
Like most writers, I have an actual non-writing job that pays me money. But as you'll read about and most certainly enjoy in How I Met Myself, passion is what I was missing from my professional life and writing is what scratches that itch. Exploring the human condition, both my own and of others, is an exciting endeavor. Creating stories for an audience to find relatability and take comfort in the commonality of the chaos.
I also like golf.
Publishing books sucks. But if you tell me you like me enough, I'll write some more for you.
I've got one idea for a look at love in the Millennial world, another part-memoir, part-social commentary story. The chapters would be designed as letters to a hypothetical future wife of mine, telling stories and learned lessons along the way. Another is just for fiction fun: a misunderstood, good guy pirate out on the open seas. Not projecting at all with that one...
In the meantime, I am working on a couple of sitcom pilots. Stay tuned!
And all your dreams will come true*
*Not a guarantee