It’s always a challenge when one particular line in a story or poem just evades you. You grab for it, dig for it, beg for it. But no good. It sits up on the high rocks like the egg from an eagle’s nest and mocks you. Wait. Eagle eggs don’t […]

A night with a King of the writing craft

Tonight was spent at the Symphony Space down off 96th St. where I got to sit about fifteen rows away from Stephen King and John Connolly. Now, if I have to actually tell you who Stephen King is, I’m going to start checking you over for an extra appendage, or […]

To my Muse

For some writers, their muse is something in their heads, nebulous, maybe in the misty form of some woman in a toga. Women in togas never really did anything for me, I’m afraid. My muse has always taken the form of a cat. Cats are rather arrogant creatures that manage […]

A beginning

This is a start. A chance to nudge ideas and stories out into the open (they are such painfully shy things, aren’t they?) and see what happens to them once they waddle out into the wide world of web. An adventure in the making, so let’s see what we have […]

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