Nothing Good About Grief Tagged Me. Here goes nothing! I AM: A father, a husband, a writer
I WANT: To own the Detroit Tigers
I WISH: I had more time to write
I HATE: The Oakland Raiders, New York Yankees, and disco music (but not in that order)
I MISS: LOST. No new episodes until September! How will I survive the summer?
I FEAR: Rats. They really creep me out.
I HEAR: My coworkers chatting about The Da Vinci Code movie. They all seemed to like it.
I WONDER: What my life will be like if I hadn't made the decision to pull myself out of the deep dark hole I found myself in four years ago.
I REGRET: Nothing.
I AM NOT: A victim.
I DANCE: Me? Dance. Ha ha ha!
I SING: To Marathon Girl (but only if it's our song)
I CRY: When I think of Hope.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Able to save the world. (But that doesn't stop me from trying.)
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: Stories and novels and (hopefully) entertainment for others.
I WRITE: Because that's what I was born to do
I CONFUSE: The names of my children. They're easy to tell apart but that doesn't stop me from mixing them up. I think they'll be scarred for life and need intense therapy when they're older.
I NEED: To sleep more. Really. I can't do six hours a night every night.
I SHOULD: Stop doing this and work on my second book.
I START: Running and I can't stop.
I FINISH: Reading books. No matter how bad they suck, once I start reading one, I have to finish it.