Quentin Super… Author and Ghostwriter… Instagram: quentinsuper8372
The humidity seeps in from outside my window, smothering me in a layer of heat my body would rather not experience as I try to fall asleep. Numerous topics roll through my head, like how working in an office can become toxic, the likely consequence when people are forced to spend long hours together. I... Continue Reading →
I’m going to be honest. I really didn’t know what to write these last couple weeks. Some of that is because I keep putting the finishing touches on another book that I’m preparing to submit to publishers. And I love writing these posts, but sometimes I become lazier than the guy sitting on his couch... Continue Reading →
I don’t know where it comes from, that feeling of dissatisfaction. I wake up everyday and usually want something different from the previous twenty-four hours. One day I want a girlfriend, the next day I want to seduce that woman that looked twice at me on the subway. Or at times having a stable job... Continue Reading →
When I was a young boy, my mom and I were driving home from the library, something I hated because who wants to spend their summer break stuck inside four walls surrounded by books when there is sunshine and backyard baseball to be had. “When you get older, you have to leave this town,”... Continue Reading →
Something came over me the other night. I had a hankering for a Dirty Buffalo. Most people have no idea what a Dirty Buffalo is, and rightfully so. Before your imagination runs wild, I’ll stop you and share that a Dirty Buffalo is a drink that this bar in St. Cloud, Minnesota makes. It’s... Continue Reading →
The downside to traveling is that it throws my entire workout routine off-kilter. I am by no means a workout spaz. I don’t spend hours everyday in a gym sculpting the smallest muscles in my arms. But I do love getting in the gym five times a week and building enough perspiration to make my... Continue Reading →
We used to huddle around the TV, throwing profanities and obligatory remarks both at the screen and at each other as we battled for NHL supremacy. We drank way too much Mountain Dew and complained about the women that wouldn’t give us what we wanted. We took trips to the casino to gamble away... Continue Reading →
Anyone that has read my blog knows that late last year I went through a breakup. It wasn’t just any breakup, but rather, it was my first breakup. They say you never forget your first love, like you never forget your first dog or your first kiss. I’ll never forget my first dog (hope you’re... Continue Reading →
It’s absolutely pathetic how shallow most guys are, myself included. Since I turned fifteen, I almost haven't thought about anything other than eating, exercising, and sex; and not in that order. I somehow managed to pause that part of my life and write The Long Road North. It took me two years, but the... Continue Reading →
