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You do not need a niche or audience plan. A Lavish blog starts with one thought and the courage to work it out in public.
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The metric is not followers or growth. Write for yourself first; connection is a side effect of honesty.
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Weight of the world
Question? Do you know what it’s like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders? If you’re like me it’s normal for you. Let’s start at the ...
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Pieces of frozen time
I have thousands of ridiculous pictures on my phone. I haven’t taken many selfies lately. I’ve felt too chubby, too old looking, not enough makeup ...
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It feels lonely here
I’m feeling a lot of things today. There’s been a lot of talk about “male loneliness” lately, but I think it’s just loneliness. The kind that creep...
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Indiana Jones and the Mask of Serqet
Egypt, 1938. A dig site in the Siwa Oasis collapses beneath a blood-red sunset. Workers scream as sand pours into the trench like water. A young ar...
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Indiana Jones and the Thirteenth Hour
In the fall of 1952, beneath a blood-orange sky over Marrakesh, Indiana Jones chases a man through a labyrinth of sandstone alleys. The man clutch...
Tiny Kingdom
Elijah Harrow was born into silence. Raised by his father in an isolated patch of the Appalachian wilderness, Eli never knew school, neighbors, or ...
Indiana Jones and the Choir of Shadows
In the shifting shadows of post-war Istanbul, Indiana Jones sits beneath a flapping canvas in the back of a smuggler’s bazaar. The vendor across fr...
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Just Brothers
My brother passed away on July 12th. Over 9 years ago now. I still can’t believe that. He was my little brother, but he was one of my very best fri...
On Being Present (Even When It’s Loud)
I struggle a lot with being present. I think some of it has to do with sensory overwhelm and how I’ve learned to protect myself from it. One moment...
Ghost Rider: Ashes of Perdition
A rusted sign clung to one post by a single nail: Perdition – Pop. 0. Johnny Blaze rolled through the skeletal remains of the town with the grumble...
Blood, Dust and Broken Maps
The desert doesn’t forget. Not bones, not blood, and definitely not betrayal. Calder Rook had spent fifteen years hauling contraband and broken pr...
On Magic, Creation, and Feeling Safe
I’ve been reading a lot. A lot about the history of the internet, a lot about social media... a lot about boy kings who claimed the technological c...