I Never Asked You, I Just “Changed”

I know I "changed" during 2017, and I realize I never asked readers, nor really even much wondered aloud on here, if you as a reader would be "happy" about that “shift.”

August Autumn

Perhaps six and a half years is simply too long in one blog place and I have worn out my welcome?

If We Cannot Travel…

Obviously casual international travel is not happening currently. Thinking back, before air travel, and particularly before steamships (like Titanic), in the age of sail reaching Europe from the U.S. regularly took 4-6 weeks and longer. (If the ship did not sink and you made it alive.) Short getaways were unknown naturally...

Across The Country… And Back

Me: “It is great to be able to socialize with people in person again.”

“I have never been to Brazil, but I know it is there…”

Try to “prove” history itself. As an exercise, I regularly asked new history and politics students to “prove” yesterday actually even occurred.

“So what’s it called?”

I started with them in 2016 and this will be the third novel I have written featuring these characters in their time. They are now moving into their forties...

The Heart Of Writing

Yesterday was something of a "milestone" in writing the planned new book. I have all of the chapters "framed" from beginning to end...

The Lone Writer Posts

I am sure I am not alone in how I have found that, since the March "lockdown," I am spending more time on social media than ever.

By The Book

I knew a Frenchwoman with diabetes and more than once she did that right in front of me, so it ended up in one of my novels.

An Education

For as presumably one of "those" charged with having "conspired" to "hide" distasteful stuff about American history and politics from eager to learn young people fully committed to the ever-sponge-like soaking up of the past, and who could not be torn from the library bookstacks, this evidently needs stating plainly.

A House (Always Somewhat) Divided

There is ... a small ... segment of American society of a "supremacist" bent that seems forever unwilling to admit or even able to comprehend that the rest of the world is not by definition inferior or the planet Mars.

First Visit To The Café

Looking to talk writing, it seems #writingcafe is a new hangout. I had a look there recently.

That Ugly Past

That is in 1861 in Georgia. It was a time and a place that unapologetically practiced RACE-based SLAVERY of blacks. So why is anyone actually ever surprised today that the novel and the film are both full of racism?

Writing For The Reader

I had spent years in academia. One of the things that attracted me to writing fiction was I had become tired of merely analyzing and tearing apart what OTHERS had created, which is basically what academics do. I did not want just to research and critique (criticize?) someone else’s work, I wanted to do something myself.

The Man Who Would Be “King”

"Manhood" to some men is a Serengeti. They think they must battle other men because in the end the man who wins the affections of the "real" woman partner(s) must be, such men believe, the most "manly" of men: "the King of the Pride."