I owe the planet for my coffee I owe the planet for all the coffee I've consumed over the years. So, when I was invited to the Hooser Climate Party on Indianapolis's Massachusetts Avenue, I had to attend. The invitation was extended as a indirect result of the recent book signing event for my... Continue Reading →
What I found in a brown paper bag
My decision to self-publish was found in a brown paper bag "Could there be some silent audience eagerly awaiting his new novel? Some hidden force unrecognized by the publishing and critical world of New York City, which, like an orbiting space station, looks upon the rest of America without ever interacting with it? -excerpt... Continue Reading →
Ten keys to writing success
Ten keys writing success Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story Write a good story
It was great
It was great I had a great time yesterday. I went on a antiques road trip in southwestern Indiana with two of my young adult kids. We stopped at antique shops, some open, some closed, some big, some small. We drove a loop that took us to about six hours, stopped to eat, and... Continue Reading →
Take me to the river
Take me to the river This works for me. It really does. I have been tossing my attachments log into the Ohio River for at least five years now. It surprised me when I checked on the archives of the blog to see that I had only posted about it one other time. Perhaps... Continue Reading →
The grind for your mind
The grind for my mind My double espresso is pouring slowly and with intent into my favorite doppio cup. It is not yet five in the morning. In a few minutes I will go outside to sit and write or journal to the birds chirping up in the branches, still unseen, as it will be... Continue Reading →
Mind what you write
Follow your mind I feel like I’ve hit a wall. Not creatively. That doesn’t really happen to me. As I say repeatedly, I do most of my writing away from this keyboard. In fact, I have spent the last two days writing the next story for my Altonstreet & Philpatrick series. These stories are... Continue Reading →
Why I write coffee novels
A coffee memoir For me, there was a lot to like about Annabel Townsend's book, Ten Years of Misadventures is Coffee. I found so much of it familiar. Her memoir covers the years of her life that pretty much match the years of my life in my historical fiction novel, Tripio. The... Continue Reading →
van Gogh, my go-to
I went to see Exhausted Paint with my son. It was a fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I won't tell you what I thought of the actual play. That is more something on my end, I admit. But it is impossible for anyone else to sit in my seat, next to my... Continue Reading →