The idea for Cereal After Sex ignited in March of 2022 during a lovesome stay at a fanciful loft in a small, ruggedly charming town in the middle of Tennessee. The spark had been incubating in my mind for a long time, but those few days in the wilderness of comfort and joy spit gasoline on it.

I’ve always struggled with not knowing what to do with my life, but at the same time I always knew what I wanted to do – write. My dream career just clashed with the reality of daily living for what seemed like forever. I spent year after year working for someone else and lining someone else’s pockets with the means to a greater lifestyle than my own while I was always two paychecks away from being on the streets.

My warmhearted and ever-patient later-in-life wife continually reminds me that it’s not the material things in life that are important. And she’s right. Deep down I know it’s much more than that. It’s about love and family and being kind and selfless in a world that doesn’t always value those things. I suppose my frustration back in those dark days was more about the seemingly pointless struggle one faces when you don’t love what you do with the added bonus of barely affording to survive while doing it. I’m sure I’m not alone on that.

I launched Cereal After Sex because I wanted to have a place to display my love for the written word. I wanted to have a place to share my stories and thoughts and at the same time hopefully entertain and engage an audience. I wanted a digital balcony to lend my view of the world from. A view that oftentimes is a bit eccentric, a bit harsh, a bit romantic, a bit weird, a bit sentimental. In other words – human.

So here I am, wandering around with my fingertips at a keyboard and a Tesla coil sparking purple in my head.

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