This has nothing to do with this post, I just like pictures of my insides.
Instead of writing about how shitty my lungs are, I thought I’d write about writing about how shitty my lungs are. Think of it like one of those crappy EPK-style features they used to put on DVDs. If you’ve ever wanted to know how many words were in the first draft of my book, today’s your lucky day. Continue reading
I spent most of my 20s at Denny’s.
I lived the majority of my 20s like it was the bonus level of one of those arcade hunting games*. I never expected to make it that far, so rather than executing any kind of plan, I just randomly shot as many turkeys as I could. Whatever I could catch was—as the name implies—a bonus. Continue reading
I swear that was broken when I got there.
My book is now available on Amazon in both print and Kindle formats, with an audiobook version hitting sometime later this month. Like this blog, it’s called Can’t Eat, Can’t Breathe and Other Ways Cystic Fibrosis Has F#$%*d Me. It’s about how Cystic Fibrosis has fucked me. Continue reading