One Step Forward Two Steps Back

One Step Forward Two Steps Back

Let me warn you now, this is going to be a Debbie Downer of a post. I had big aspirations for 2024 and so far it’s been less than stellar. I’m full of frustration and I think that if I write it all down it might make me feel a little better. I totally understand if you want to skip this post. I wouldn’t blame you at all. We spent the last four months of 2023 in Canada with my…

Read More Read More

They Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To

They Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To

Life has been quite busy lately and I haven’t written anything in many months. No writing done on my 22 works in progress. No short stories written. No Kindle Vella episodes. And certainly no blog posts. Hell, I have hardly even written Facebook update statuses. So, I told myself today, just write something! Write a measly blog post at least! I went to WordPress to do just that and ended up watching the cursor blink for ten minutes straight. Nothing…

Read More Read More

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

If you are a Baby Boomer or Gen X then you probably remember the TV show Cheers. Millennials and Gen Z might not but maybe they caught it on The Netflix. Cheers was the local watering hole for a bunch of colorful characters who made it their home away from home. The bar was helmed by Sam Malone along with his fellow bartenders Coach and Woody, and his cocktail waitresses Diane and Carla. Rebecca came in later to help him…

Read More Read More

Dreads Revisited

Dreads Revisited

Not those kind of dreads! BTW, that’s my friend Liz Kidder. She’s a kick ass thru-hiker and an accomplished dreads artist. Sometimes I’ll bring up my blog and hit the widget on the side of the page that brings up a random blog post I wrote. How narcissistic is that? Today’s random post was one I wrote back in 2017 that was a prompt from the below book. I had to list things that I dread during the day. When…

Read More Read More

I Think My Old Liver Balrog’d My John Thomas

I Think My Old Liver Balrog’d My John Thomas

***WARNING*** Since you may not be familiar with the British euphemism in the title for the male reproductive organ, I am giving you a heads up. Wow, that pun was totally not intended but works out just fine. Anyway, this post will contain content of a sexual nature. If that is not your bag, baby, then you should bail now. Furthermore, it will contain sexual content personally related to me and my blunderland of a body. That should be a…

Read More Read More

Video Didn’t Kill The Podcast Star!

Video Didn’t Kill The Podcast Star!

It’s true! Podcasts seem to have increased in popularity in recent years. They would probably be even more popular if older Gen X and Baby Boomers didn’t think they were some exotic technology best left to Millennials and Gen Z. It’s basically just like listening to people talk on the radio except you listen on your computer or phone. Anyway, the point of this post is not to educate you on podcasts, it’s to let you know that I was…

Read More Read More

To Sell Books About Fictional Adventures, I Went On A Real One.

To Sell Books About Fictional Adventures, I Went On A Real One.

This whole post is going to sound like a bunch of whining from beginning to end about getting to do something I always dreamed about. So let me preface it by saying I am very grateful for what I got to do, because not many people get afforded the same opportunity. That being said, isn’t it more fun to read about how things go wrong and the obstacles you must overcome to get them to go right? So whining, but…

Read More Read More

I Love the 90’s! (Part 1)

I Love the 90’s! (Part 1)

I’ve been on a 90’s kick here recently. Not sure why. Maybe because I almost died and the 90’s remind me of a time in my life when I was a young adult and very much alive! A lot of good things happened to me back then. A lot of bad things happened too. When I package it all up and look at it as a whole, it comes off as a Bitter Sweet memory. For some reason every time…

Read More Read More