Scatter-gories

The writing process is a love-hate relationship for me. I love, love, love the writing when I’m in the zone, but I hate, hate, hate the wringing my guts out to stay ass in the chair and get to the zone. I have read Stephen King’s On Writing and agree...

When is enough, enough?

My granddaughter asked me the other day, “When are you going to be finished with your book?” She wasn’t satisfied with the answer, “I really don’t know.” She didn’t understand, and I have no idea how to explain to an 8 year old what I’m facing as far as finishing my...

There's still a parade

It’s started…the autumn rains which herald the coming damp and cold that become snow and ice.  It’s okay. Let it rain. Hereabouts, we need it. There’s still a parade. As I really don’t have a large wealth of contribution this day, I...

Mind. Blown.

If you are a writer and you don’t have a writing buddy, I strongly suggest you get one. And, not just any one…pick the person that is never satisfied with the simple answers. Pick someone who is also not intimidated to ask you the questions that bubble up...

Some people call me a space cowboy

The names are many. I’ve been called intense, abstract, aloof, focused, manic, obsessive, difficult, and a perfectionist. I probably am, all of the above. And, I don’t apologize for any of them. I believe whole heartedly that this list is sorely...

Bumps in the road ….

     It’s been a rough week in my world. The hardest part has been the loss of my landlord. He lost his battle with cancer this past weekend. Skipper was a truly special man, loved by many. He will be missed. On top of losing a dear friend, I may have to move because...

Hush now

This is my season. I could sit absently for hours watching as the Great Gaia prepares for her slumber. She gives an awe-inspiring color show that battles infinite the greatest fireworks display known to man. With colors that any being has yet to mimic, she prepares...

The looming edge

Some people say the difference between sane and insane is a leap of faith into the abyss. I believe I know that cliff. I’m dancing her rise on a regular basis of late as I write and revise, write and revise. Some days I think if I leap I will soar and rise above...

Party on Wayne

This weekend marked the last formal event for me on the 2015 schedule, Great Lakes Book Bash. Hosts Rachael Brownell and Casey Bond did an amazing job of culling some fabulous writers from all stages of their careers and bringing them together for a grand event among...