Joseph Robert Lewis is a fellow author that I read, follow, and despair about.

Read, because his stiff is wicked cool.
Follow, because he also includes some incredibly interesting observations about writing, about life, and about what I call “pursuing the muse.”
And despair because the man is just so DAMNED prolific. Eight books in two years? I bow down again in awe everytime I read this.

Now he’s involved in an existential crisis, of sorts. It makes for fascinating reading…