I’ve started writing a time-travel, historical novel. There are lots of things floating around in my head, and there are various ways I need to put it on paper before it can be exposed to the “real world.” I made a timeline, and obviously, since there is time travel, there will be a lot of … More Maps of my worlds
Ok, so we are all eating leftover Halloween candy, and now it’s time to plan Thanksgiving. I’m assuming I am cooking, er, re-heating this year, as we should have the house suitable for human consumption by then. As I type this, my contractor is thumping in the attic, right over my head. I also have … More November, a new month, a new start
I thought I’d start with a scripture passage that has been dissected, but I would dissect it yet again. Yes, I know that’s not much of a lead-in sentence, and there is a reason for that. I will get to that later. So Here is Matthew Chapter 4, New King James Version: 4 Then Jesus was … More A stroll in the wilderness.
Notice the last line on this magazine cover: Eleanor & Park’s Rainbow Rowell. Yes that’s really the author’s name. Here’s the full cover: I picked this up at my local Barnes & Noble about a week ago but I had no time to read it. I set it aside. As you may (or may not) … More I call your attention to this:
I am happy to have another story published. This is a Flash Fiction piece, published at 101words.com Here it is: Facing my Opponent Sweat cascades down my head as I peddle, one, two, three miles, uphill both ways. I race along on the treadmill to the beat of my iPod. My opponent’s picture, the one … More Facing my opponent
Like a good novel, real estate transactions are pushed by a ticking clock. The realtor pushes the client forward. No time to think, to research; deadline, timeline, sign on the dotted line. In a novel, the hero races against time to find the bad guy, to stop the bank heist, or kiss the heroine … More Real estate transactions are like thriller novels
How about the guy at the gym that does one set on the machine, doesn’t wipe it off while it drips of his sweat, then paces back and forth through the other machines, with headphones on, singing intermittently and scaring the crap out of each time he starts to sing, and then goes back to … More Things that bug me, aka First World Problems. What bugs you?