A little update; because I've missed just talking to you.

So as many of you know, I've been hard at work, writing my second novel. Originally it started as an idea about the life of a schizophrenic serial killer, wondering about the paradoxes that sort of paramount might dredge up. I have always had a fascination with the morbid, or psychologically disturbing. So the idea of creating up my own serial killer seemed to be a logical progression. However, somewhere in attempting to write said story, I got lost in the creation process. Feeling the weight of insurmountable writer's block, I decided to take a break and explore other stories.

That's where the beginnings of my MAX Musings book came about. I began writing in a smaller, bound journal I found whilst thrift shopping in downtown Portland. Inspired by all of the curious people around me, I felt their stories, in conjunction with my own, needed to be told. And so a new idea was born. MAX Musings is a book comprised of entirely real-life events and so, in order to dissuade any fictional intricacies I might be tempted to bore into it, it has been a slow writing process. I carry my small bound journal with me at all times, jot down stories I feel might be relevant and then edit them later that same night. However, the creative side of my brain is always furiously at work, whether I am aware of it or not.

And so, armed with a new project, I was motivated to take up new ground on existing projects. I fell in love with my serial killer story all over again, but this time, in a new light. Instead of writing it from the actual serial killer's perspective, I decided to trek new ground -- telling the story from his wife's perspective. There have been so many books derived of the serial killers themselves, but so few literature exists in the realm of the people they are surrounded by. I wanted to breakdown the truths of a relationship in a way people could relate to, but still keep an element of elusiveness to it. And so, here I find myself - sitting in coffee shops, surrounded by six cups of coffee, a pack of cigarette, furiously typing away on my pink covered Macbook.

This breath of fresh air in the writer's realm has inspired new direction into my own life. It has awakened and reminded me of my passion for writing, for creating and for dreaming. I feel the best I have ever felt and have loved sharing this journey with each of you. I hope to continue writing for as long as my brain can stand it.

Thank you to everyone for your love and support.
and as always, love, tiff.