So one corner of my living room is littered with unfinished strories, false starts, and useles scribblings. I had something to say, sonething dying to get out and I tried to approach it from different ways. I would always get to a certain point and either be unsatisfied with what I had written or eager to move on to a new project. Finally, I just said to hell with it. I'm going to write about everything I ever wanted to and make it into one book. I call it my kitchen sink book because everything is in there but...you get the idea. I started it about a week ago and haven't looked back and am experiencing the best writing experience I've ever had.