Slightly Off the Mark

     I wondered about the best way to start the New Year. I rarely drink--and if I didn't start drinking in 2020, I never will. I have ...

 Second draft of the new novel-in-progress: done . New working title: The Source Emerald . The rough draft weighed in at 67,515 words. Even ...

My daughter bought me a book of puns for Christmas. She should have known better.  The odd part is, at the moment I can't think of a pun...

I first wrote this in ... let's see ... 2003. I think the story of Virginia still rings true, after all this time.    Her name was Virg...

Where does Santa Claus go on vacation? Why, Oz, of course. Read about it in a new Christmas short story, and don't forget to sign up to ...

 Emily often doesn't like to have her picture taken, so sometimes I have to sneak in a photo while her attention is elsewhere. Here'...

 I don't know if anyone who's not in the emergency services will fully appreciate this, but what the heck. I wrote some new lyrics t...

 I sat in shock as the doctor, his face somber, informed me that I had Acute Eustachian Salpingitis. Worse, it was accompanied by Labyrinthi...

Well, this is embarrassing: I'd meant to post this before the blog I put up on the same subject back on 12/2. It's been sitting in m...

  I try not to go overboard on social media with "Buy My Book!" posts, but I remembered today that the anniversary of Indiana...