I’ve reached a point where I’m tired of being unpublished. I’ve written eight books and haven’t published a single one. There are many reasons for this. But they boil down … Continue reading I’m tired of being unpublished.
Standing in the middle of the room, to my left are people milling about waiting for “him” to come on. On my right are people reading books, one particular book, … Continue reading When I Think About The Writer I Could Be…
As a child I remember my father critiquing me for anything he believed I did wrong. If I stood with my hands on my hips, “That looks Gay”, or when … Continue reading Writing Critiques and How TM has changed my view.
The window is cracked, there’s a soft breeze across the desert and the blue skies stand out against a cloudless sky. I watch my kids run through the room, their … Continue reading Writing the each and every
They gather in the field, each one of them finding something they hadn’t thought would be there. Standing in the sun, the crisp air moving through the pasture, the scent … Continue reading Writer’s and their Window Dressing.