Since you're going to read this thing there are a few things you should know about me. I'm obsessive. Probably not in any kind of healthy way. That's for the dull and inarticulate. I'm neither.

I'm passionate about what I am and what I want and where I'm going and who I'm dragging with me.

I'm a writer. Fantasy, romance, horror, screenplays, shorts, children's books, poetry, stuff. Whatever. I choose to refuse to be shoved into a cookie cutter. Unless there's something really interesting in there. But I won't stay.

I'm an actor. I've worked on my share of feature films and TV shows but it's all been extra work. Except for plays, I've done a lot of plays. I'm not your classic actor type. I'm fat. But I'm funny. I've always thought I'd make it in film through my comedy. Now I plan to make my own films.

See, I've got this double responsibility. I have to make it not just for me, but also for Daniel Fogg, writer and all around great guy, who died May of last year. We were meant to be filming his script, Age of Experience, this summer but we can't for obvious reasons. So I'm compelled to carry on for him. You'll probably hear me talk about him a lot. I call him Danny. I miss him like he was ripped out of my chest.

He died at the hospital following an accident. I was driving. He was ejected from the vehicle. Sounds so clinical doesn't it? It really wasn't. There was blood and tears and so much pain. He had SMA. His anterior horn cells were screwed up. As a result his motor nerves were impaired but not his sensory nerves. He was in a motorized wheelchair. I was told his chest strap that allowed him to sit up and his very heavy chair would keep him safe in an accident.

If any of you ever drive someone in a motorized chair for God's sake make sure they are as restrained as possible.

I was participating in a mourning ritual that lasts a year and a day. I write to him every day at my private office at zoetrope and I have to stop a few days before the end of the year and a day. And then on the last day I have to go out into the woods and burn something that represents him and let him go. I'm not sure how to do that. Or if I can. Stay tuned for further details.

So what else, I have three kids, Chris, Cullen, Cameron. Yeah they all start with C. Too bad if you don't like it. I had another one I call Torquin Anias who died in utero. Bad, bad times.

When you hear me talk about Neil that would be Neil Gaiman. He's my writing idol. I love how he can write anything and even better he can publish anything. Too many versatile writers are pigeonholed.

Adam Duritz - another writer I love and find amazing. One time I was talking to Danny because I was stuck on something. One of the many reasons I love this guy past all reason is that we were great at bouncing ideas off each other and he understood me right down to my mitochondria. I was trying to come up with a good description. I used to have a lot of trouble with description. My dialogue leaps off the page but my description, eh, not so much. I was listening to Adam singing and I said Danny, Adam took all the good lines. Danny says no he didn't. There are plenty more. You just have to go and find them.

And he's right. He's pretty much always right. Today I was writing to stranger and I was telling her about how a bunch of us went to Disneyland last April and how one of those angels who dress in black suits walked up to me and said something that tickled my brain and went on through and then gave me a free ticket and walked away. After I wrote that I wondered what I meant by that. What angels who dress in black suits? I don't know.

I think I'm going to start finding out right now. I'm going to go and write something. A poem, a story, a short, an enemy to Bishop, my bad guy in my Devil May Care series, I really don't know yet.

You'll notice that I tend to have about a hundred and fifty projects up in the air all at once. We'll see how many are completed and how many fall and are squashed under the careless feet of the masses.