Author Archives: stevenvinson

Eli started high school today. I walked to the bus stop with him. Because I wanted to, not because he needed me to. This is how it goes. Each milestone a little different. A little more profound. For weeks I … Continue reading →

Amongst Us: A History of the Russian Takeover of the United States “At what point…is the approach of danger to be expected? … If it ever reach us it must spring up amongst us…” Abraham Lincoln, Lyceum Address January 1838 The … Continue reading →

I have been writing every day. You just haven’t seen the results. First, I have been writing down at least 10 ideas every day on my waiter’s pads. Just like James Altucher recommended. That’s 70 ideas a week. Most of … Continue reading →

I’m in a writing slump. I don’t believe in writer’s block so I won’t call it that. You may, however, not see anything good out of me until I have overcome the slump. I am always jealous of the people … Continue reading →

I have been trying remember to incorporate elements of storytelling into my writing. For today’s post, I was sitting her staring into space trying to think of a recent story I could tell you and how I could use that … Continue reading →

Man in the High Castle, Black Lightning, and The Blacklist. How am I supposed to get any side-hustle work done with all these shows starting back up. Oh yeah, these are some of the creative breaks I take that give … Continue reading →

My ten year old daughter and I shot some hoops yesterday after dinner. She wore flip flops. As I got in my car this morning to go to work I was thinking about that for some reason. On one hand … Continue reading →

A couple of summers ago, I got really sick. It was over the July 4th holiday, the girls were all up in Michigan, and I was alone at home because of work. It was just as well because there was … Continue reading →

I listened to a live-recorded episode of the James Altucher podcast this morning (yes I am obsessed but it’s temporary so don’t worry too much)… Altucher’s most recent push is for people to self-publish books. His guest was an author … Continue reading →

Note: all children’s names changed to protect their innocence. My fifth grader walked in the door, set down her backpack, and declared that she had a horrible day. I stopped thawing the pork chops and walked over to hug her. … Continue reading →