At Least They're Committed

It’s a line from my book, the one I actually finished, in case you’re wondering. I periodically put lines I’ve written in my books and stories on here and on Twitter so the two who follow me too closely can Google them in hopes of learning from whence they came so they can better understand me. Heh.… Read more

I apologize if the title of this blog is misleading, I do not envy people who conduct research. It’s a rather arduous and dirty business actually. And sometimes there are bugs. Instead, I’m researching envy because it’s an emotion I do not have. I do sort of understand it, but since I don’t feel envy… Read more

If I must begin practicing my craft and delve my sordid soul into the depths and darkness of literacy, then I should begin my studies with something methodical if not mythical. And so the seven deadly sins — in this case seven in-depth character assessments and psychological profiles of these Cardinal sinners’ souls — would… Read more

“No,” he says. “Well, actually you can but it’s time to stop hiding and start writing.” But, I say, Rant wasn’t very good. I mean, I got it, I tell him, but it wasn’t great. I wasn’t inspired. “All the more reason to do something better,” he says. “Wasn’t as bad as Koontz.” Sigh. He’s… Read more

The hose snakes across the yard, looping once or twice not moving, just pouring. Raul, the ‘Hospice Worker’ as Rachel called him for his penchant for putting other creatures out of their misery, is snapping at the water flow, his shark-like jaws and razor teeth opening and closing in rhythm, the clash of his incisors echoing against… Read more

I certainly should have mentioned yesterday — being as I’m writing this for the grandchildren I’ll never meet — that Aug. 11 was the one-year anniversary of my bad fall. Broken right ankle, sprained left are all better now. I started running yesterday. Funny how quickly you can learn to appreciate something such as that… Read more