Welcome to the celebraSean of my writing! Celebrate good times, come on! When I say colon, you say cancer! Colon!—… What? Hey, cancer made a writer, so I’m just trying to give it some respect.

I fired up a writing career to help my fellow cancer victims, and I’ve burned it forward to include those who don’t have what it takes to get cancer. You, are, welcome. Thank you for eyeballin’ me. I hope my work is worthy. I live for this.

As Yoda and Lebowski implored; I did not try, I dude. From my pen to your soul, I aim to hit the Mark, and If I miss, maybe I’ll hit the Twain. It’s like this: In 2008 I fought my way to the survival side of Stage-WTF cancer. The search for solace in the basement and closets of my mind led me to a buried treasure of story-telling passion. Cancer’s infusion of trauma is now the fuel and fire that power my words.

​Wait... What makes me think I'm a writer? I wouldn't know a conjunction from conjunctivitis. I wouldn't know a dangling participle from a dang linguistic parable. I shouldn't be doing this without a net. What? It's too late?! Nooooo... Enjoy!