Our seventh grade school year began with a buzz. The sleepy town of 350 people rarely had new residents, but things were clearly changing, and our little town was growing. There were a few new teachers that year in the high school. One was named Mr. Skerbur. “Matt”, he would let us call him. Everyone loved him. He was fit and funny and handsome. In addition to part-time teaching us math and computers, he coached the Boys Track & Field  team.

I have ADHD. I know it. I won’t focus or stick with a plan to talk to a doctor about it though, so this is a purely self-diagnosed condition.

I like to write. And to draw. And to create stained glass. And to paint. And to make and listen to music. And to play video games with my daughter. And to binge watch Netflix ’til 2am. And to ponder and study rocks, birds, plants (both wild and groomed), and the weather. And to think about work constantly. And writing. Not writing, just thinking about it.

I want to finish the The Birds of Nihilism, and also The 100% Altogether Absolutely Completely Utterly Entirely True & Very Real Official Story of the Tooth Fairy, a children’s book, and Way Down North, a gothic Finnish folklore horror set on Minnesota’s Iron Range in the early mining years. I will. Some day.