The world is crazier than most people know. But I know. I was a clinical social worker for forty years. I am a witness. I retired from social work to write about the sad, the mad, and the savage; with whom I have spent most of my life. I have decided to translate these stories into fiction, because, as a co-worker once said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up. No one would believe you."

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


I am sick of writing this blog. At least of trying to use it to be a political commentator. I am a very crappy political commentator, because I'm too emotional. The far right drives me crazy, and political commentators are supposed to be objective. I have decided to leave that noble art to cooler heads.

What I really want to talk about is madness and writing. That's all I really know about in life. The first because I am a clinical social worker and I slither around inside weird peoples' heads for a living; the second because I can't help it, I have to write. Sometimes I write about my day job, although nobody believes it. (you can't make this sh*t up) Mostly I write about the people, places and adventures I dream of.

Madness and writing are kissing cousins. Fantasy writing embraces madness and finds the good parts of it.  Dreams are inspiring. Magic realism and fantasy are ways to dream on a page and make sense of the mad, the bad, and the unbelievable. I have done this all my life, and I'm much better at it than political commentary.

So while I may include wry views of the plight of the common man (read: most of us) in my posts, it cannot be the focus any more, because I just don't know sh*t about it.


  1. Nice. I'm excited for the change.

  2. Hey thanks! I am too, I think this is the blog I really wanted, maybe I was too shy when I started it....:)