One of life’s little lessons is the fact that you cannot go home again. By that, I mean that home is now elusive, a period in time cemented firmly in your memory, vivid and fresh as it was back then. As the years pass, while the memories remain, you change.Your sense of idealism, rampant in … Read moreYou Can’t Go Home Again, But You Can Remember.
Consider this: back in the time of fountain pens requiring ink wells—you know the ones you need to dip your nib in every few words, then blot afterwards to avoid ink smudges—writing was a different ballgame. Not unlike the changes in digital photography, where you snap a hundred photos to find the one good one … Read moreFountain Pens and the Speed of Life
The draft has been edited, proofed, run through a myriad of software and human eyes, beta readers, advance reader copies, professional proofer and my own—OMG I am so sick of looking at this manuscript—eyes, more times than there are stars in the heavens, and it should be good to go, right? WRONG! There are still … Read moreA Thousand Million, Billion Revisions….
Anyone who tells you that writing a novel is not akin to pregnancy, is lying! Aside from the food cravings after an intense 2000 word session, the back pains, exhaustion, mood swings, there are many similarities. Now, ladies, do not get mad at me. I know, I am a man and know nothing of what … Read moreWriting is like giving birth….
Looking for a fun short story to read? Try The Black and Yellow, a story that is part of my anthology Distant Rumors. Synopsis: It’s summer again and that can only mean . . . war! It’s one man’s war with the black and yellow fighters, the merciless invasions that permeate all parts of his … Read moreFree Story D/L