It’s another rainy, rainy day here in San Francisco. Just walking from BART to the office has my legs soaked from the knees down. Don’t get me wrong, I love the rain, and gods know we needed it, but after a solid month of the stuff, I find myself craving the sun. My cats are
I have rededicated my efforts to build on my Patreon, and decided that a good way to kick that off is a special offer. For the next 30 days, through 4/16, all new patrons, and anyone increasing their tier, will get a personalized, hand written postcard from my stash of postcards, some of which date
A few years back, a friend who is also an author, turned me on to a conference that takes place in Colorado in October. It isn’t a writing convention, but a lot of the people there are authors. It isn’t a readers convention, though everyone there are readers. I couldn’t go last year because I
Back in the day when I was an evangelical Christian (yes, really), I spoke a lot about unconditional love. I believed that I acted inside that love. I believed that I understood what unconditional love really was. The truth is, I was clueless. It took a lot of changes in my life to realize that.
Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had a love of horror novels. I found a John Saul book at a garage sale when I was around 14, and having already cut my teeth on Steven King’s Salem’s Lot and Carrie, I was hungry for more. That book was Comes the Blind Fury. I’m not
I am working on a short story this morning, a foray into the world of horror. The story itself has been floating around in my head for years, and I figured it was time to bring it into being. It’s another rainy Saturday here in California, and I’m still down with the cold that attacked
I’m the first to admit, I am a lover of gadgets. If I could, I would have all the gadgets. Well, maybe not all of them. I’m not an Apple lover (but I couldn’t find a freely available picture of a collection of Samsung gadgets). Some gadgets I came to late in the game. My first
All around me people are planning weddings. I must know at least twelve couples getting married this year. I’m happy for them, if that is what they truly want in their lives. Love is, after all, a wondrous thing. For myself, however, I can love freely without needing to be defined as a half of
When you ride the same train every day, stand in the same spot to wait for it, you tend to get to know the people who also ride the same train every day and stand in the same line to wait for it. You also get to know the peculiarities of that station’s particular etiquette.
About this time of year, I start to itch for travel. I want a weekend away, or a road trip or an adventure. It’s the same every year. The middle of February brings with it a need to do something, anything, as long as it is away from here. For a lot of years, I
