Don’t Be Bob Dylan

I wanna be Bob DylanMr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funkyWhen everybody loves youThat's just about as funky as you can be. Ah, yes. The timeless lyrics from Counting Crows' "Mr. Jones," in which Adam Duritz pines for the career and accolades of Bob Dylan while "down at the New Amsterdam."  … Continue reading Don’t Be Bob Dylan

Building Devil’s Tower

  Some days you eat the bear. Some days, the bear eats you. I'd love to know the originator of that one, wouldn't you? I'm hoping there's some great story at the root of it. Like back in some cave, Og is squatting around a fire and his buddy Oog comes shuffling back through the … Continue reading Building Devil’s Tower

Daring Greatly, Part Two: Waking Up on Mars

  Note: In the days leading up to the launch of the Kickstarter campaign for my middle grade frontier adventure novel The Misadventured Summer of Tumbleweed Thompson on Tuesday, April 17, I'm sharing my story of how I ended up here. You can read the introductory post here, and Part One, "Into the Mist" here. Find out … Continue reading Daring Greatly, Part Two: Waking Up on Mars

Daring Greatly, Part One: Into the Mist

Note: In the days leading up to the Kickstarter campaign for my middle grade frontier adventure novel The Misadventured Summer of Tumbleweed Thompson, I'm sharing my story of how I ended up here. You can read yesterday's introductory post here, and find out more about the Kickstarter campaign here.  I’m not sure when the story really begins, … Continue reading Daring Greatly, Part One: Into the Mist

Darts Into the Darkness

Up here in the frozen North, winter takes its toll on even the hardiest souls. And here, in the middle of January, a week or so beyond Christmastide, it's taking its toll on this hardy soul. As much as I pay lip service to loving winter - the crust of snow over the backyard, the frosty … Continue reading Darts Into the Darkness

Thanks, Ray. Bradbury, Barsoom, and Inspirational Genealogy

There's a fantastic article entitled "Take Me Home" from the New Yorker dated Monday, June 4, which is likely the last piece Ray Bradbury ever wrote. Bradbury fits my definition of Giant, which to me is someone with so many massive achievements that any one would be enough for someone to be satisfied with. Taken … Continue reading Thanks, Ray. Bradbury, Barsoom, and Inspirational Genealogy

What I Wrote

I’m fascinated by the process of writing prompts, how there are things lurking inside us, just below the surface, that we have no knowledge of until we are prompted. Sometimes, it's a character, sometimes, an emotion or an experience we had forgotten (or, perhaps repressed). And at the bidding of a writing coach, or a … Continue reading What I Wrote