Time Off

I’m a hard worker. I’m not bragging, more confessing. I am a workaholic. I’d go to meetings to try to find a cure, but who has time for that, right? Then this last weekend I took off to Garibaldi, Oregon to share a booth with a friend and fellow author at their sole...

Here, Taste This

What Scotch Night can teach us about Books and Reading There were perhaps a dozen of us, although I never got a definite head count. And there were at least a dozen bottles of Scotch on the bar. Plus a Japanese whiskey. It was a tasting party, so no, we did not plan...

The Muse is Free

You put someone in a box long enough, without light, food, or water soon they embrace darkness, and it becomes part of them. But that’s not what I did. A part of me revealed itself, and I let it play in the sunshine, let it run around in the light, smell the air,...
Houston: No More Problems

Houston: No More Problems

January 1999 It was a horrible time. I was confused, depressed, and felt rejected by family, friends, and seriously doubted my sanity. Good things came out of that time: I found the woman I am married to still, I started writing again, and I got a new dog. For nearly...