From Chapter 2 of my novel . . . in a love song Chapter 2 Early June in this small eastern Washington town and the evening was still a bit warm. He inhaled the fresh night air, enjoying the hint of sage smell. Hands in his pressed…

            "Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end . . ." Once upon a time a very long time ago . . .    Father, thank you for always watching over me and rescuing me when I finally emptied myself of me. Thank you is never…

    On this writing journey some of us have been walking aimlessly through the desert wondering how far we'll have to go before we see what we might want or need or hope to receive.  Some days are fruitful with words and other days are empty of words. There are times when the mind…

      I know it's not my usual 60's and 70's rock, but I really like the sound of this song. Hope you do too.    Father, we're all desperate for you whether we know it or not. May those to whom you've given great talent meet the One who gave it to them.…

      Did you ever want to ask an author a question? Maybe not about writing but about something related to their personal lives and/or interests? Their backgrounds?  Did you ever wonder why some authors constantly barrage their social media with the type of marketing that compels you to buy their novels?  Did you…

       The angel who talked with me had a measuring rod of gold to measure the city, its gates and its wall. The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 12,000 stadia in length [about…

      We honor you because you signed up to serve the Constitution and to protect our country. You went wherever the powers-that-be sent you, their choices right or wrong. You served this One Nation under God until He says it isn't. You took an oath to do so and for that we're so…

                  I bought that hat in a lady's hat shop in Denmark. I wore it all the time, loved it. You can see my Longacres Barn Pass on it so I could get in and out of the barn area where Longacres' veteran racetrackers will recognize I…

                                                    There's a point when it actually gets to us authors where we have to talk ourselves off the ledge of either being empty of words or having stacked too…