The Faux Fountain Pen

This is my purgatory: a diner in New York City, about half full with people, not too loud, not too quiet. A Wednesday evening in late Febr...

This can be explained not in words, but in pictures. This is how my evening began: Not looking very promising, right? Well, this is...

What's that, you say? This isn't a real blog post? Again? Well, too bad. I'm feverishly typing away Chapter Five at the moment ...

Ok, I know I only have seven followers but I also know that there are some random people out there who read this as well, for whatever reaso...

So it’s the first of a new month, and to keep up with my resolutions, I’m going to share my progress thus far. The plan is to continue d...

I’ll just come out and admit it: I can’t write short stories.  It’s not for lack of trying. I’ve tried to write several short stories, w...

Let me preface this by saying that the “What’s in a Name” blog was not supposed to be a two-parter. But as usual, things are beyond my c...