I’m trying to write Fun Part 2. And it’s not so much fun.

I’m less afraid of writing “X” thousand words a day than I am about being accountable.

Somebody asked me the other day: “What do you do for fun?”

It’s neat-in a cool and inspiring way- when the writing is messy.

Ah, kindergarten. Remember?

Otto enjoys nothing more than an emotional exhumation.

Who’d a thunk?

I call it a funk when I back away from life.

No doubt about it, writing is work.

Funny thing.

There’s something important you should know about Otto.

Let’s put a pause on the past for a minute and fast-forward to the present.

Let’s talk about ears.

I mean, really?

Otto has a plan. A strategy to keep me/you/us off balance. In the darkness.

Otto hates the light. Anything that illuminates.

Every writer I know struggles with it. The voice. The voice that says this is shit.