It has been many years since I started writing, and I found just enough courage to share my novels, my poems, and my thoughts. I am quite aware - if you share anything within the internet clouds, it stays in those invisible clouds - forever. But, I want to share a rather humiliating experience from yesterday, as it was equally humorous - it just depends on your perspective. I'll explain further, but first, keep in mind, my first published novel was Bobby's Socks - it taught me a lot Continue Reading
Walking along near downtown, St. Petersburg
In truth, I write my little blog posts for me. In a way, I'm talking back to me, about things that occur to me, and that cause me to wonder about things that I don't fully understand. I suspect those that read my little blog posts, they tend to have the same questions, and thoughts. Today, I am privileged to age, to watch my once thick brown hair begin to feel thinner, and to look back at my reflection from my bathroom mirror as the strands slowly devolve into a grayish hue. But I am Continue Reading
Running in the rain, downtown St. Pete
As anyone that has lived in Florida for any length of time will tell you, in the summer time, it rains. The rain, and lightning, appear as regular participants in daily summer time life. It has to do with weather related factors that I have zero control over. It will rain for 20 minutes or so, and then the bright sun light will reappear. I live in downtown St. Petersburg, and almost everyday, I take off on my 5 mile run - walk, through old northeast with its uneven red brick streets, Continue Reading
Today, in St. Petersburg, Florida
I am quite fortunate to have lived in many interesting places, but now, I think l enjoy living in downtown St. Petersburg, Florida, the best. And not because of the obvious reasons, but because it's sort of an artists paradise. And it has a day-to-day small town feel. On the weekends, I can roam the city streets and visit galleries, or museums and the like. I have to admit, I love being anonymous in a crowd, and listening to the comments from patrons looking at a piece of art. Many Continue Reading
A Fresh Candle For…
I wrote this poem thinking about someone special to me. They are gone, but I would like to think they have folded into another existence that we cannot see. I suspect everyone has someone they light a candle for, someone they hope to remember. If you take 2 minutes to read this, I would ask that you think of that person, first... A Fresh Candle For... I cannot sleep, Tick, tock, I breathe in, Tick, tock, I exhale, Tick…, snap…, tock, I feel chilled, Tick, tock, Oh, dearly Continue Reading
The opening -5th & Hope
After a brief respite, I returned to my editing cave, and I have been dutifully working through my editors edits. But I have decided to share the opening to the novel, 5th&Hope. Over the years I have learned to follow my instinctual sense as to where to follow for a story. I don't start writing until I know the ending - I think the ending to 5th&Hope might be a surprise. The underlying themes delve into faith, abortion and race relations. The book title comes from the exact Continue Reading
“To Love is to act” ~ Victor Hugo’s final words.
"To Love is to act." Victor Hugo's last words. Lately, for a variety of reasons, I've been a bit uninspired to write, or to finish the final edits for 5th&Hope. But the other day, a business friend walked into my office, and she told me to keep writing, and to not give up, even though my current novel, 5th&Hope has only gotten rejection responses from the big, bad publishing world. So what's the point? IF I can't get published, cliche', cliche', cliche'... Now, Don't cry for Continue Reading
Dear John,
Well, my old Henry Clay high school baseball team buddy, John, and current Facebook friend, because he didn't unfriend me during the recent election, has encouraged me to write a blog, which I have been doing, here, on my author site. But I have not tried to heavily advertise it. I'm a bit contrarian, a Capricorn, and chicken. If I did become a famous author, my only real goal would be to be interviewed by Charlie Rose. I love that show, and his round wooden table. Continue Reading
Tomorrow Gets Here Fast
The storms have past, and it's a warm day here in Houston. The innocent white cotton ball like clouds randomly drift under the protection of a pure blue sky allowing yellow sunlight to blink down at me. It is at these quiet moments without the interruption from life, or a television, or a radio, or Youtube or whatever other noise making modern device that distracts me, that I listen to that inner whisper. My life sometimes feels like I'm on a high-speed train blurring past reality. But Continue Reading
In My Opinion – Is it a rising or a setting sun?
"Oh every night a baby dies, And every night a mama cries, What makes those men do what they do, To make that person black and blue," ~ Chris Rea, lyrics from - Tell Me There's A Heaven As I work through the editing process and accept, or reject, my editor's recommendations for my forthcoming novel, 5th&Hope, I typically take a break and run my angst off on a Continue Reading
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