The real reason we are here in the US: my niece and nephew wanted to go to Yellowstone Park. Months ago, we said, “Sure.”
From Yellowstone
On This Fourth Of July 2019
To my fellow Americans, wherever you are in the world, Happy Independence Day. 🙂
It’s A Long Way To Saratoga
History is all around in England. I feel almost foolish; that I should have known this, but somehow I had missed it. I’m at least glad I discovered it now… rather than later.
Tales Of “New Adulthood”
I realized yesterday that my previous post might mistakenly lead anyone new here to believe that I write novels only of two centuries ago and three-cornered cocked hats on gentleman and bonnets on ladies…
For Summer Today, The World Of Then…
I blog here; but I’m not really a blogger. I’m here because of a decidedly different kind of writing. I’m here for my novels…
Have You Learned To Fly A Broomstick?
I don’t know any Harry Potter fan who believes that author J.K. Rowling considers her fiction and entertainment-meant writings of magic wands, flying broomsticks, and quidditch competitions, as aiming at teaching and converting them as readers to her sect of “witches.” Or maybe I’m wrong?
I Can Do “Dystopian”
I have decided I may have to give in. “Dystopian” and “fantasy” seems all that we are supposed to be writing as authors. It appears I need to take the plunge…
What Are You Reading?
Considering myself “harshly” in that way, from the outset I have felt I am not particularly “representative” of male fiction writers of the present.
Five Years On
Whenever I am finishing and OTHERS will now shortly have to read it, once again I start to have pre-publication terrors. I can’t help but think: What if I’m too close to its writing trees and I have failed to see the reading forest?
The “Magnum Opus” Continued (I Hope)
I may have even shredded them… which, for an historian, I guess makes me a terrible person and even a vandal. (That said, thinking about it now I may have a paper copy of Distances in a box in the Catskills, where I had finished writing it in 2015.)
Weekend In Olhão
Olhão, on Portugal’s Algarve coast, is more than worth a visit if one ever gets a chance. We have stayed here these last few days…
“Eyewitness” To Lives
“You seem to know lots about what Frenchwomen think,” my [English] wife has teased me more than once. Actually, no, I don’t believe I do…
Not Far From Faro
We are in Portugal. We arrived on Sunday in the Algarve, on its southern coast. Our first stop was four days near Tavira, which is not far from Faro.
Visions Of The Future
What this program is to me is yet another reminder as to why I groan at dystopic visions of the future; I consider them dangerous particularly to kids’ and teenagers’ life outlooks.
“If no one would want to shoot you…”
Would anyone out there want to shoot me? Of course, I’d rather not actually be shot.
