Check out my interview on FatherNation, with Jesse Foster!
Check out Jesse Foster and FatherNation. A lot of great advice for fathers in there.
Father Nation – that’s a big name for a big project. And, yes, Jesse Foster – founder of FatherNation.Com, is ambitious. He wants to create the most extensive library of dad interviews available online. Jesse has started to interview dozens and dozens of fathers from all over the world to present their views and thoughts in his podcast.
I think FatherNation.Com is an awesome idea and I personally have listened to many stories from dads who share their ideas, resources, dreams and tips on how to become a better father. It is amazing how much Jesse has already achieved, given the short time in which his project went online and on air.
I talked to Jesse, who is from Colorado, a few weeks ago and I really enjoyed chatting to him. So, I wanted to find out more about him and his great project. Here is a little interview…
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I’ve been harassed by the police twice and endured a drive-by, Canadian style, in two years.
As I was walking down the side walk, the police officer in Edmonton slammed on her breaks, left her car in the middle of the street, jumped out and ran towards me. I thought I was done for. She loudly proclaimed she loved my dog, got onto her knees, and gave Mia a loving like she’s never had before.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, the pair of police officers in Calgary drove their car across the centre line and screeched up beside me. My arms were coming up over my head when the driver lowered her window, leaned out and asked, “Can I pet your dog?” Her partner looked as shocked as me. After granting permission she leaped from the police car and Mia got another legal rub-down.
Today, a lady in a truck pulled up beside me and jumped out. She saw the dogs from her apartment window and chased me down. She loved the dogs up and said she’d keep an eye out for me.
My wife, Tracy, asked why writing is so exhausting for me. Here’s the answer:
My parents are beaten, pulled from our house, and kidnapped as I cower in my bedroom.
I tremble in fear, trapped inside a secret place, while men with guns hunt me down.
I drive a truck through a garage door and cringe as the metal scrapes over the top of my vehicle.
My jet boat near-capsizes while bullets whip by my head.
My mother pulls my sister and I from the house as my father thrashes about on another drunken rampage.
I meet the boy I once bullied, on his terms now, and survive his wrath and the guilt I endure for what I have done to him.
I cling to a cliff-edge frozen and alone, and fully aware I’m about to plunge to my death, let go.
I awake, trapped inside a coffin, and scream in anguish for the last time.
A creature clamps its jaws into my head, its saliva runs down my face, I gag on my puke, and I’m too terrified to consider whether I’ll make it.
My mother collapses and draws in her last breath, and I cry in anguish.
I fall in love for the first time.
I grieve for all I have lost.
I wonder for all I have accomplished.
I feel every emotion my characters feel. I live every moment they live.
I’m smug with pride
I weep with pain
I tremble in fear
I laugh with joy
I suffer remorse
I die in anguish
And this all in one day.
So yes, writing exhausts me. And when my readers feel the pride, pain, fear, joy, remorse, anguish, and love I feel when I write, I have met my goal as a writer.