It Starts With One

A few years ago, someone gave us a plant they claimed was bee balm. We had the perfect spot to let it go wild, a patch of mowed grass at the edge of our property we'd let return to its natural state. Letting the area grow up again had two purposes. First, to provide some... Continue Reading →

Hard Pass

I told my chiropractor I was trying to get a book published. He always asks me what's new and exciting before muscling my spine into place. I usually don't have anything to say. But that particular day, I shared my writing journey with him because I was on pins and needles waiting for news. I... Continue Reading →

What am I Doing?

I have a document with that title in one of my many subfolders in Google Drive, where all the half-baked ideas and partially written novels and long abandoned characters live in silent digital graves waiting to be revived. "What am I Doing" is about a page and a half long, an attempt at new first... Continue Reading →

Millions of Little Pieces

The minutia. That's what I see when I look around. Patches and key chains and mementos and freebie notepads for politicians I've never heard of. Cups without saucers and black and white photos of people from a bygone era. Chipped knick-knacks and old receipts. Notebooks with lists and numbers and lines of potential. Life. Stories.... Continue Reading →

Don’t Light Yourself on Fire

It's a bad idea and you will get hurt. The end. Just kidding I wouldn't do that to you. After finding my way to Writer Twitter (TM) a little over a year ago, it has paid off in dividends. I've taken risks. I've improved my craft. I brainstorm ideas with other wise and brilliant minds.... Continue Reading →

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