This path––another one that's likely to grow with time––is about a relationship that barely exists: my sons meeting me as a writer, and me meeting my sons as a writer. 

Lucas and Landon know their father as a writer, as I knew mine as a writer––though I hope they know me better. My dad didn't share his work with me, which was understandable given that he wrote about ne'er-do-wells and criminals. I write about anger and lust and spiritual lost-ness, so I'm unlikely to encourage my kids to sit down and read my work until they're older. 

The summer between high school and college, I'm guessing. Though maybe they'll sneak a look at Wifeshopping earlier, when the hormones kick in. I'd rather they do that than look at porn, you know? And they'll get a more realistic portrait of human relationships anyway. 

Whenever I put a book out, I give them a copy. I sign it, but it on their shelves along with Dr. Seuss or Harry Potter or whatever it is they're reading. Trying to make it a book among books. Just one more that they own, though (I hope) a bit more special. 

What will I do with daddylabyrinth, though? I can't physically give them a copy. I don't want to give them the link and say "Have at it" because there are too many F-bombs and too much talk about drugs, sex, violence, booze, etc. Maybe they'll sneak a peak at it someday, though to find out where they come from. 

The summer between high school and college. Check back in with me then. 

1. THE RESENTMENT THING
2. WRITERDADDY
3. HOW MUCH WILL I WRITE ABOUT THEM?
4. SOMETHING I CAN TEACH THEM