It all started with journals. Journals and journals of thoughts on life, which I started filling in 4th grade. From that point on, I’ve never stopped writing, though I do have to apologize in advance for the gaps in time between posts that you may notice. I tend to get…side-tracked.

My name is Bryan. I live in Western Washington. I’m not from here, but a small town in Northeast PA. The first migration was to Boston, where I’d spend a decade. I love that town, deeply, but when the voice to go on outspoke those to stay put, a road trip west was made. I traded Fenway for the 101 and snow plows for surf boards. There I’d meet a cheese shop girl, and together we’d play in a city of stars. But the trees called us stronger, and the northwest hooked us quick, and together in Washington we now feel set in. 

The start of these posts, you’ll find, focus a lot on my time studying abroad in Scotland; this was its impetus, upon requests from friends to keep in touch. As most things do, it became something else entirely, and I’ve used it for thoughts, songwriting, stream of consciousness nonsense, and even the shabbiest examples of amateur screenwriting.

A shift to creative fiction is one I think can remain, and I hope you enjoy it enough to check back occasionally for my latest concoction. The latest LATEST of these being liveplay recordings of a silly D&D game I run with some friends of mine, of a world where music itself sang the song of creation.

Comment freely, dear reader! Some might say only a fool would spend one’s time writing. If that’s so, I’m quite satisfied to be one. Welcome.