A New Hope
John Green, author of The Fault in Our Stars, once said, “We write to find the fire in the darkness.” I love
Tag: Writing
Northern Lights in Ohio! Whozza? Whuzza?
The largest geomagnetic storm in 21 years hit our tiny green planet this month. For sure it marked the beginning of the
Writing Exercises to Get You In the Zone
I’m always the most motivated to write during those times when I one hundred percent absolutely am not able to write. The
Smeagols and Predators
I’ve been thinking a lot about this writing life of mine. I wasn’t born with a pen wrapped inside my umbilical cord.
Great Expectations
We’re finally getting our kitchen installed. We’ve been living in this house five years now. Or six. Ten? I dunno. I’ve lost
Doing the Time
Sometimes the writing feels like throwing chunks of broken bricks into an abandoned lot. I pass by that lot every day, usually
I Have To Talk About Bill Shatner…
I feel like I owe William Shatner, Gene Roddenberry, the entire cast of Star Trek, and Trekkies all around the world a
Last Quarter Recap
It’s weird to think Christmas is just around the corner. Only five weeks left, kids! You can feel it in the air,
Burgers and Bridles
I feel sorry for this trail horse. The bridle is rusty. That can’t taste good. The leathers are worn and cracked. I’m
Siege of the Castle
The battlement walls have crumbled. The moat has been filled in and paved over. The flags, brightly colored and snapping in the
Pink Light Rising
He gripped the steering wheel and drove along the dark two-lane, headlights on, his cruise control switched off. Ahead of him, single
Spicy Secret
Sweat dripped off Malcolm’s forehead. Tears blurred his vision. Saliva coated his throat like hot tar. “You like that, Agent Kinnison?” The
Wanderlust
Jamari was soaked. The mossy rock hadn’t felt slick when he tested it before crossing. But like everything else in this forest,
Fortune Favors The …
Signs were everywhere as he coasted into the gas station. On his dashboard, a yellow Low Fuel light next to the orange
Toad
“I don’t want you to kiss me,” the toad said, and gave a little croak. Despite his insistence, the princess held onto