Why I Write…

We live in a society geared toward quick hits of stimulation, immediate gratification of ideas and reactions. The ability to sit with something long enough to put it on a page feels like one of the last vestiges of what I think is very necessary work, the work of being human. Slowing down enough to let your brain and your consciousness and your experiences and your emotions come together and create something.

It's like cooking. Writing requires all of these ingredients and all of this effort to come together to create a thing that can never be exactly the same ever again. That's the beauty of it. It's made from the artistic and specific and intentional and purposeful application of skill and effort and ideas. And we are living in an age where there is almost no space left for that.

So this is where my writing lives. It feels, to me, like a radical reclamation of what it means to be human. To work on something. And to publish it anyway.

Why “The Perilous Order”

The name comes from Robert Anton Wilson's idea of the Chapel Perilous, the state a person enters when they face an overwhelming crisis of belief. You stand at a threshold with deep skepticism on one side and pure faith on the other, and there is no easy way through.

The Perilous Order, then, is my nod to the Knights Templar, the Rosicrucians, the order of whatever. Those of us who choose to explore our reality and our unconscious mythologies through deep reading and writing are, I think, part of this order. We are the ones who keep showing up at the threshold instead of retreating to one side or the other.

That threshold is, to me, the most powerful place a sentient being can stand.