I had two meetings yesterday. They both scared me. I had little butterflies floating around in my stomach all day. Now, that might have been magnified by the sheer volume of coffee I consumed yesterday, but that wasn’t the only reason. Both were about big projects I’m involved in. They’re scary projects. They’re bigger than…
I get money from advertisers. That’s how I feed myself and my wife. It’s scary. Especially when I lose an advertiser. Especially when tax season comes around and I have a big chunk of money to pay out of pocket. I’ve been freaking out a bit lately. I’ve been trying to sell a house that’s…
My wife lies to people. When they ask me what I do for a living, she either dodges the question or spits out a simplified answer. “He makes websites and graphics.” She doesn’t mean to lie. She just doesn’t want to take the time and explain what I do. Because, frankly, I’m not even sure…
Ya ya, it’s New Years Eve. Whoopdie fricken doo. I hate holidays. I hate Fridays. I hate vacations. I have work to do. And I’m excited about my work. Every day I’m supposed to relax is a day I can’t get things done. And that, my friend, is why I hate holidays. I’m convinced if…
When I was about seven years old I fell into a sewer. Really. I was hopping out of our 1985 Chevy Suburban, miscalculated my step, and fell into a ditch containing raw sewage. Was it smelly? Yes. In Guatemala, where we lived at the time, they ran their sewage through ditches on the sides of…
I have two fatal flaws. The first: I’m super sensitive. I was a cry baby as a kid. If someone said something that hurt my feelings, I turned into Eeyore in a few seconds. I’d cry. A dark cloud followed me around all day. It was messy. The second flaw: I can be super manipulative.…
I’m working on a very exciting new project. I’m not quite ready to release the details yet. But it’ll help bloggers phenomenally and it’s something I wished had been available throughout my blogging career. So needless to say I’m constantly excited about this project. Except the times I’m not. When I first brainstormed this idea…
I was about to burn a bridge the other day. Fortunately my wife reminded me that I don’t do that. But I was pretty annoyed with something someone did. A guy emailed me to write for Sunday| Magazine. I normally don’t find writers from them approaching me, but I figured it was worth a try.…
In honor of everyone’s favorite holiday celebrating death and fear, I thought I’d share some of my personal fears. My goal is not that you would make fun of me, but rather that we would see we’re all desperately insecure artists. Fear 1: That real experts will find out I’m a fraud and call me…
This is the story of a mouse. Let’s call him Pipsqueak. He was small. He was fuzzy. But his voice was unique. He squeaked. He was surrounded by bigger creatures: birds, beasts, people. They had such big voices. Their voices carried far further than Pipsqueak’s. Early on, that bugged little Pip. He wanted his voice…