My Choice

Don't get me wrong, I love book sales. However, I don’t care how many books I sell. I never have cared about that, really.

Human Being Online

Human Being Online

Clearly those who allow social media not to supplement life and expand their personal horizon, but instead to encroach on living face an issue that they may need to address.

For All The World To Read

For All The World To Read

As you probably know I no longer tweet. However, I do like to "dip into" what I see Twitter writers/authors at its #writingcommunity hashtag are throwing out there for possibly all the world to read. I did so again yesterday and thought I would share a few here...

State And Church In The USA (Yet Another Subject That Needs To Be Better Taught In School)

State And Church In The USA (Yet Another Subject That Needs To Be Better Taught In School)

She reminds me of former students of mine who saw something they did not like and were glibly sure they had an "easy" answer. (Because, you know, no one ever considered THEIR idea before, right?)

To Do, Or Not To Do

To Do, Or Not To Do

A change of pace: an afternoon (UK time) post. Why? Because I have seen a few things in recent days I thought worth addressing here and I also chose just to surprise you at a new time. LOL!

And When Darkness Descended…

And When Darkness Descended…

It was like Lord of the Flies. We - almost all boys - carried eggs and shaving cream to attack other boys for whatever reason. I went out one year with comedian Steve Martin's arrow through my head as my entire costume...

“1899” Was ***NOT*** The Good Old Days

“1899” Was ***NOT*** The Good Old Days

How about history? The internal combustion engine on which we now rely simply cannot be viewed in isolation without any thought given to what had been before it. It is not as if it had not existed we would all dwell in immaculate urban pedestrianized New Yorker-style cartoon locales where everyone is cycling and doing yoga and going to therapy.

Train, City, Cathedral, Swans, And A Spanish Princess

Train, City, Cathedral, Swans, And A Spanish Princess

We were out and about on Saturday with friends from Bristol. One had never been to Peterborough. We told him, well, he ain't lived until he had seen Peterborough.

The Machine Reads

The Machine Reads

I have used the Kindle text reader on all of my books post-publication. My personal opinion: I have always felt my novels sound better when read aloud by a woman's voice.

“Fiction comes from fact…”

“Fiction comes from fact…”

Angry emails now started to fly between them, public accusations started to be hurled back and forth, friends jumped in to defend both, something from one of them (I forget which) ended up I think in the Boston Globe newspaper (honestly, by then I was losing the will to live reading about this)...

She Was 90

She Was 90

Her parents came over in the 1920s from what is today the Republic of Ireland. She had also spent some of her childhood back there, including some of early World War II, under the care of an aunt. To the end of her life, those childhood years living in Ireland were special and happy memories for her...

“When you write a good book, I’ll publish it”

“When you write a good book, I’ll publish it”

Home alone last evening, I made myself a spaghetti and meatballs dinner. I also sought something "different" to watch on a streaming service. In a "classic" movies mood, on Amazon Prime I stumbled on The Wedding Night. It is a 1935 romantic drama starring Gary Cooper and Anna Sten...

What Would Jefferson Do?

What Would Jefferson Do?

...do not hesitate to reply... that, well, you were vaccinated because that is what Thomas Jefferson would have had done...

Two Decades Later

Two Decades Later

I recall clicking between the BBC and CNN International and seeing the sickening images we now recall all too well. I also tried to call my parents in New York, but all I got repeatedly was a busy signal.

This Surprising August

This Surprising August

The full draft that I had worried in July was NOT close to being finished, is, as August ends, NEARLY DONE...