I Hired A Private Investigator
In a bizarre moment I had long forgotten, I once hired a private investigator to sweep an office for bugs. Hidden microphones, not insects.
Read the MusingRain Date
My love for—no, my need for—the great outdoors led to an unusual rain date last week.
Read the MusingFirst Name Basis
My father taught me the importance of using people’s names, but did I learn the lesson?
Read the MusingLeft Or Right?
Tropical Storm Fred hammered us with rain, forcing rivers out of their banks. One frantic plea hit me more than others – left or right?
Read the MusingLiars, Liar’s, and Liars’
With the name of my next novel announced (Liar’s Table), I’m preparing for the liars, liar’s, and liars’ debate.
Read the MusingAlligator Burglars and Social Media Scorn
This time last year, we were dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Isaias—fallen trees, flooding, alligator burglars, and social media scorn.
Read the MusingMy Memory Fails Me
When a creative idea hits, I need to remember it. When I forget how I remember, though, I know my memory fails me.
Read the MusingHard Words
You would think someone who makes his living writing wouldn’t have a problem with hard words, but this will convince you I do.
Read the MusingThis App Is All Wet
Walking the dogs is challenging enough in our ever-changing weather, but the weather app I use for guidance is all wet.
Read the MusingJoy In Any Language
A regular encounter with a communication barrier taught us something the dogs already knew – you can find joy in any language.
Read the MusingThe Bench Is Back
I have a ridiculously over-sized, over-built, and over-weight workbench that has made two house moves. I’m happy to report the bench is back.
Read the MusingDeadlines
Too many story ideas and too many distractions mean my editors have imposed deadlines on me. That’s good — and painful.
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