WAR LOGS

This journal began years ago as simple notes to myself — a way to vent, organize thoughts, and process obstacles along the way. Over time, those entries began to form a connected record: the battles fought in code, riffs, and design, and at times the personal struggles of everyday life.

These are not polished press releases. They are field notes written as they happened — some capturing uncertainty, others documenting breakthroughs that shaped the path forward. A few read like personal reflections, others like after-action reports, but together they reflect the reality of the path I chose, and remain committed to follow.

This section will continue to be updated as new events unfold.

Inside the Blackforge

Little to no social life these past couple of years. I’ve been locked inside a studio, doing everything in my power to never go back to a job I’m not...

Peachey & City of Blades

It’s been almost half a year and I’m worried about the slow progress on re-releasing my music. My birthday’s this month, and my present to myself is simple: rest. No...

Implode Recalled

Implode was supposed to be my war banner — five songs that proved I could survive and deliver. Many months later, I listen again using my acquired knowledge of the...

Mist Rushers

With Implode limping around online, I now open another front: game design. Although high fantasy is my gig, pandemic Witcher 3 gameathons have left me burned out on sword and...

Silence From the World

Implode is out. For a moment, it feels like I’m onto something. Three thousand followers on Instagram. Two hundred fifty on Spotify by week three. All organic. Suddenly, I’ve got...

Implode Lives

Somehow, against every odd, Implode is finished. My friend Liam has been critical in helping me put together the website, making all of this presentable online. In a season where...

Demonhead

Song two of Implode has a name: Demonhead. Fitting, since my ex-wife’s face keeps turning into one every time we speak… Rage has a way of naming things for you....

Sonic Crap

Short entry today. Feeling shitty. Christmas came and went, but it didn’t feel like Christmas. Just another lonely night lit by cheap lights and the glow of a DAW screen....

Implode Begins

What an appropriate fckn name for what I’m going through now. Ex-wife looks like she’s sprouted a demon’s head on her shoulders (hey, that’s a cool name for a song…...

Too Many Wars, Only One Sword

The plan looks simple on paper: master game design, master music production, raise a daughter, and storm the industry like some kind of creative warlord. Simple on paper. Impossible in...