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Father’s Day was this past Sunday, and I didn’t get to post anything.

I’ll be honest, I almost let it pass. Not because I don’t care, but because sometimes these things sneak up on you. Then I remembered June is Men’s Health Month too, and it made me think about how we usually only talk about men’s health when it is officially “the month” for it, or when something bad happens.

That is kind of the problem.

A lot of guys are not walking around looking for a...

The dramatized audiobook is definitely not just “someone reading the book out loud.”

I didn’t want that. Most authors do one narrator. They hire a professional voice to read the sentences from start to finish. It’s clean. It’s standard. But for Elias Wynn: The Witness, it felt like it wasn’t enough. This story is already so atmospheric on the page. It’s built on things that are felt rather than just seen.

I wanted it to feel more like a movie for your ears. Not in a cheesy way. Not with...

We have been talking about some heavy things lately. Prosperity gospels. Men’s mental health. The way silence feels like drowning.

It is easy to get stuck in the dark when you write about trauma and faith. When you write novels about trauma and healing, you spend a lot of time in the shadows. You have to. If you don't look at the shadows, the light you find at the end feels like a lie.

In my debut novel, Elias Wynn: The Witness, there is a lot of shadow. There is a character called the Healer...

The prosperity gospel is the "sanitized story" on steroids.

It is the ultimate attempt to explain away the parts of human life that don't look good on a brochure. It turns suffering into a math problem and faith into a spiritual technology.

Lately, it’s been getting under my skin.

Not because I’m against people being successful. Not because I’m against Christians building things. I want to be clear about that. If you have a business, promote it. If you wrote a book, talk about it. If you believe...

It is an ordinary Saturday in Rhode Island. I am sitting in the passenger seat of the car while Ana drives. We are going to get coffee. On the outside, everything looks fine. It is a quiet morning. The world is moving at its usual pace. I am just a guy in a car with his wife.

Inside, it is different. Inside, there is the familiar weight. It is the weight of health stuff. It is the weight of future stuff. It is the constant, low-level hum of wondering if I am becoming a burden. I sit there and...

I’m staring at a Canva draft right now.

It’s for a promotional graphic.

The colors are too bright.

The font is too cheerful.

It feels… wrong.

It feels like the way we often talk about faith in public.

Like a filter.

Like a layer of varnish over a piece of wood that’s actually rotting underneath.

I’m a debut author. I just put Elias Wynn: The Witness out into the world.

And I am terrified.

I am terrified because I didn't write a "safe" book.

I didn't write a book where the clouds part in chapter three...

Writing is a strange business.

One day you are wrestling with the weight of the universe, trying to pin down the exact texture of a character’s grief.

The next day, you are an admin assistant for your own imagination.

You’re checking spreadsheets. You’re formatting Kindle files. You’re staring at Canva drafts, wondering if the font is "serious" enough for a story about spiritual warfare and trauma.

It’s an odd contrast.

But the weight remains. Especially when you write about the hard things....

It has been about three weeks since Elias Wynn: The Witness released on May 11.

Which is strange to write, because for so long this book only existed in my head, my laptop, my notes, my edits, my Canva drafts, my overthinking, and the occasional moment where I stared at the screen wondering if I had lost my mind.

Now it is outside of me.

People can read it. People can judge it. People can misunderstand it. People can connect with it. People can close the book and carry something from it that I...