The Scribe
Where adventures begin.
In the Dark of Night – Part 11
Politics now dominate the blog portions of my posts because 2020 is really happening and I cannot and will not turn a blind eye to such degradations. However, even in the civility-starved blasted hellscape that used to be our political…
In the Dark of Night – Part 10
I’ve finally figured out why this year will haunt my nightmares forever. It’s not that people have died. People die every year. It’s not that politicians are lying. They lie every day. It’s not that the President is being himself.…
In the Dark of Night – Part 9
I know that previously I indicated this space was reserved for political discussions, but we’re going to take a brief detour. I have a new job! I start September 13th. I am overjoyed. To let you know why I am…
In the Dark of Night – Part 8
Jim Gaffigan broke last night. Not just a little, either. Jim Gaffigan broke last night, and in doing so I finally saw my pain realized. All the swallowed comments, all the tamped down politics, bursting forth in one righteous tirade…
In the Dark of Night – Part 7
I managed to finish a project last week. Not a blog post. Not even a Medium post. No, it was an honest to goodness story. One that will be released in a publication. One that will begin the process of…
In the Dark of Night – Part 6
Things have gotten pretty bleak in the United States. As a general rule, I try to remain apolitical. It’s easier to care for my mental health that way. Protecting my mental health has become a full time job, however. And……
In the Dark of Night – Part 5
We all relate to writing differently. We are able to find within ourselves the parallel that works best to fit the task of writing into our lives. I personally have equated writing, seamlessly, to about seventeen various activities that I…
In the Dark of Night – Part 4
2020 is an aggressively terrible year. One day, however, it shall be something we use to help others. Wisdom can be found in suffering. It dwells beneath the horrid surface, waiting for us to find it. “But Justin” you cry…
In the Dark of Night – Part 1
A long, long time ago I became an author. Okay, so it was only 2016. I’m referring to the mileage with that one, not the model year. So much has happened since 2016 that I might as well not even…
I’m Not Allowed to Cook Tacos Anymore
The following story contains a parenting fail of galactic proportion. In order to understand exactly how thoroughly I bit the bleachers on this one, you must first understand something about me. I love spicy foods. Not in the way that…