
To Speak at the Speed of Thought
While a mere prat, a lad of 23 tender years, I chose to accept Lord Buckley as my personal savior.
While a mere prat, a lad of 23 tender years, I chose to accept Lord Buckley as my personal savior.
Use of a still camera taught me much about how to write.
It’s been said—and not just by me—that every fictional character must own a grand and lovely stash of personal secrets.
When a Native American decides to share his or her medicine, that’s a gift one should never take lightly.
A bronze plaque held aloft in the tail flippers of a harbor seal was a sight that both pleased and startled me.
Any writer attempting to complete a thriller in our way-wacko year of 2020 had to face a rather high bar.