My days are lonely. It's usually just me, the dogs, iTunes and my keyboard. To make things interesting, I take frequent walks down the street to the convenience store just off the 15 freeway, because, well they're the only people that I know.

To them, I'm "that guy who writes." Occasionally, I'm also "that guy who comes in seven times a day to buy diet Dr Pepper and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups" or, "that guy who really likes Mountain Dew" and sometimes "that white devil who refuses to pay cash for anything."

I prefer the first.

But, it makes me wonder, how does anyone know that I'm a writer? How do I know I'm a writer? Sure, I have that t-shirt that says as much, but truthfully, the guys at Steve and Barry's will sell those to anyone.

So, I started this blog as definitive proof of my writerability. Oh, and there's that stuff I do for magazines, papers and Web sites like Wired, Popular Science, Sharelseuth.com, San Diego Citybeat, voiceofsandiego.org, etc. That's probably good proof, too.