Why?

Why? Remember as a kid, you would ask your parents why they did something and they would try to explain? Finally, they would get sick and tired of all the questions and say, "Because, kid. There is no why, it just is." That's how it is with my writing. I don't know why I do... Continue Reading →

One Chapter

When Grandma Rose invited me over for dinner, I readily accepted. Cooking on The Gypsy was limited and I was getting tired of sandwiches. When I walked in the door I was greeted by the smell of freshly baked bread. “Yum! Something smells good!” I said as I gave Grandma Rose a hug. “I made... Continue Reading →

Boy Scout Motto

  I looked at my hands. They were covered in blood and trembling. How many times had I been forced to cross the bridge with a gun held to my head? I had lost count. My Dad used to say, “Whatever you do, don’t let them get you into a car. Make them kill you... Continue Reading →

Advanced Chemistry

I published my first book. It is a "cozy mystery" that is very loosely based on my life.  Don't worry, old friends.  I made up most of the juicy stuff. Most of it. Not all of it! Someone had to die and I didn't have the heart to kill any of my real friends so... Continue Reading →

Just write the book.

Last year I attended my first writers workshop. I went to the Writers Police Academy in Green Bay, WI. I went for a number of reasons.  Initially, I signed up because I wanted to see Craig Johnson (author of the Longmire series) in person and listen to his keynote speech.  Then I decided to attend... Continue Reading →

Flying Too Close To The Sun

I had a farm in Africa... No, not really but lately I have been receiving some cosmic mojo from Isak Dinesen’s book Out of Africa. You know, the one that was made into a fab movie starring Meryl Streep and Robert Redford. She played Karen Blixen, a gutsy Scandinavian who married a Barron to get... Continue Reading →

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