I like dark chocolate and sometimes have a piece in the morning with my coffee. There’s a brand of individually wrapped pieces called Dove™ that includes brief thoughts and statements inside the wrapper. With our preparation for the holiday season each year, my wife buys bags of them and–one year–I thought to begin on December […]
A little warm-up writing (draft) from this morning’s coffee… (spurred by this image and a ‘mock’ cover I created that could one day be a real story). Spring had died, drowned by the climbing mercury in the giant thermometer on the brick wall of Tilson’s bar she could see by day in rising and fading […]
I work with clients internationally, so travel as needed for their project. Sometimes I’m included in things, events, etc. as an observer, which contributes to and helps with the writing. And sometimes unexpectedly—to me—things happen, that are both strange… and funny (to me). XXXXs in the narrative that follows indicate redaction of some details. Below […]
I was running late to The Athenaeum, a museum of fine arts in Alexandria, Virginia, for a book event. My Uber driver following his GPS directions had taken a convoluted route, going God knows where, that I had to override from the back seat and tell him how to get close enough for the directions […]
They see you wearing it–a Deadpool hat–and have a certain perception…
The things that come to my mind–triggered–when doing research (historical fiction project).
[Couldn’t help it. I was compelled to refine and expand the premise—one made up based on the image below used in the faux cover—that started as a joke. It is a story idea I might have to treat seriously and write one day, albeit with a much better cover image.] Every picture tells a story… […]
We stared at her…she was an Amazon; regally tall and as far above us as the moon over mud. But I was committed to my plan.
“No!” she screamed and was on the verge of giving up. Then she remembered something a wise man, the leader of her group, had told her… it was such an important lesson…
Martha Vanderwayne had the gift. The 7th daughter of a 7th daughter once she turned 16 years old, she could foretell the future. At 32, the nightmares awoke her. They showed that her grandson would die, along with his lovely wife… in a foul alley in a city grown so dark and twisted she could not […]