Monthly Archives: April 2011

Exercising futility

Ah, Spring in Florida.  The temperatures are swiftly climbing back up to 90, the sun is out every day and with my foot almost entirely healed, it’s time to be heading out to the beach and get started writing Book 2 of Jeremy’s adventures. That also brings on the annual rite of mania that comes… Read more »

A hairy time

And now another of our non-sequential posts that reveal more details about our mysterious author’s past because you’ve been breathlessly waiting for more pulse pounding background.  Although, if your pulse pounds from tales about my life, you must lead an even less eventful life than me.  It’s possible, I suppose.  The world is filled with… Read more »

Anti-social networking

Having a web presence today is as much a given as having a car; both seem to be considered indispensable to succeed in your work.  It was no stretch for me to figure I needed a website to communicate with my readers, not only about my writing, but as a locus for general thought and… Read more »

A half-full glass on the bright side of a silver lining

I’m not mindlessly cheerful, I promise.  Heck, I’ve even been accused more than once of being pessimistic.  Neither description fits well, but my arrow tends to point more towards the first. One would have to ignore reality to not see, hear or read about bad things and bad people.  One would also have to be… Read more »

My own personal Peep show

Now going on day five of my imprisonment due to my convalescing foot.  Today was the first day I could almost stand flat on it without jerking like I was on hot coals.  That must mean it’s healing, right? Fortunately, Floridians usually err on the side of a well-stocked pantry/fridge.  This tends to be the… Read more »

Mouthing off

I can’t speak for all writers — well, I suppose I can…it’s not as if they all wait anxiously for each blog and then dissect it for any possible chance to unleash the legions of howling lawyers on me.  Hold on, I’ve got an email. Uh…let me start again. Speaking for myself, I…hold on, another… Read more »

Pain, pain, go away

Unfortunately, the rest of the lyrics are “Come again some other day”.  That day was yesterday, for me. I’m typing this with my left foot awkwardly propped up on top of my desk, to minimize the “day after” pain from my (hopefully) now solved foot issue.  This is not a crying jag based on my… Read more »