We’ve all seen them.  People who perform those death defying stunts with ease, with the nonchalant attitude of someone taking a stroll in their friendly neighborhood, or laying about in a chaise lounge sipping lemonade. You’d think the idea of walking across a high wire

It’s about to get ugly. I’m writing this latest draft and the good news is, I feel like I’ve nailed my antagonist.   I’ve set him up to be a true villain, a sociopath with tidbits of dark history scattered about in his chapter, information I

It’s the same thing day in and day out.  I really don’t mind, not one bit.  Matter of fact, if something happens, I get antsy, become a clock watcher, wondering when I can retreat back to my hidey hole, yet not look like a clod.

A little over a week ago I received some news that came just when my house was about to be overtaken by family for Father’s Day.  And the news wasn’t good.  In previous posts, I’ve mentioned a few times, and hopefully not so much that

As we know, back in the earlier days of writing and publishing, things were quite different.  It wasn’t all that long ago one still sent in a manuscript by snail mail, and then waited for weeks (months?) on end to get a reply, but I