My rekindled relationship with Brianne started innocently enough. In fact, the phrase “rekindled relationship” is even too heated for what we were doing. I was playing Substitute Boyfriend, fulfilling my duty and then letting the cops take over ( Read more... )

Tony was eyeing me again.

He wasn’t eyeing us. He wasn’t watching his girlfriend as she kept putting her hands on my shirt. Erica wasn’t so much tugging on my clothes as she was trying to hold me down. I was trying to leave the club. My gear had been packed up, and I was looking for Clarence, the person with the money, and Erica kept rooting me to ( Read more... )

There was a night on this tour when I ended up out on my own and found a little bit of quiet. On a long and empty road through Idaho, I had parked on a dirt embankment. I sat on the hood of my car strumming my guitar and staring at the stars in the wide open sky. It was past 3:00 in the morning and I hadn’t seen another vehicle in a long time ( Read more... )

Adam found me again on MySpace. He typed into his profile that he had gone to our college, and then he looked at who else on there had also, and I popped up. It took me a few seconds to register who it was that was messaging me with the moniker “Adam the First Man.” It had been a decade since we’d last talked. I had put out of my mind how much his ( Read more... )

The show in Montana actually went fine. (Any plans to make this a daily tour blog are gone. I am still stuck at my starting point as far as writing, and really, most everything else has been uneventful.) A handful of people showed up, most of them members of Tristan’s mailing list. If they can’t see him, they’ll settle for me. In return for their ( Read more... )

The night before I left Portland, someone killed himself a few blocks from my apartment. No one knows why, and we probably wouldn’t have even known he had done it at all if he hadn’t stepped out onto the street with his shotgun and done his business right there on the sidewalk ( Read more... )

As soon as I saw Erica was with Tony, I was no longer interested. Which is to say I wasn’t going to make a play for her. Of course, I was interested, I wasn’t blind. I just wasn’t interested in going after another guy’s girl. As you can guess, that’s the sort of thing that led me to Montana in the first place.

A little history is in order...

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I have two superhero identities. I am like Hank Pym, I leap between powers. I am sometimes very small, sometimes very big ( Read more... )

I’m in a bar in the middle of Montana. Up until about an hour ago, it was a coffee shop, but once the sun sets, it becomes a bar. This is innovation. Thankfully, they keep their wireless router going 24-7 so I can leech off of their signal and send my messages out to the world. One guy has already wandered over and asked me why I have a laptop. “ ( Read more... )

[To celebrate the release of The Everlasting, a full-length novel starring Lance Scott, I will be presenting here a brand-new serial starring the character. (This starts almost a year to the date after last year's "Yoga Girls".) It's a brand-new story set in the present day, and serves in its own way as a teaser for The Everlasting. I should be ( Read more... )