Tools of the Trade – Redux
I first posted this entry back in May, when I was getting ready to participate in my first CampNaNo session of the year. But now, with the big tamale approaching … Continue reading Tools of the Trade – Redux
I first posted this entry back in May, when I was getting ready to participate in my first CampNaNo session of the year. But now, with the big tamale approaching … Continue reading Tools of the Trade – Redux
So you were all on the collective edge of your seat this whole weekend, right? Just waiting breathlessly for my big announcement, your imagination running wild with possibilities: is she … Continue reading Blue Ribbon – Shelf Unbound
Rosh HaShona, the Jewish New Year, is a little bit different than the secular one that falls on January 1st. Instead of beer snacks and champagne, we have apples and … Continue reading L’shana Tova
Embarrassment I long to cast aside and break The ponderous chains of silent desperation That I – that we – have bound So cruelly tight around me: Twisted ropes that … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #5
In myth, Atlas holds up the heavens, But it seems this world is mostly sky. I wonder at the airy places in my heart, Where cool numbness rises to form … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #4
One of the questions writers in general – and fantasy/speculative fiction writers in particular – are often asked is this: “how do you come up with all those names?” This … Continue reading My Bologna Has a First Name…It’s Zykquixa
High O’er the Mist High o’er the mist the crimson sun will rise, And burn off shadows with its fiery staves; Will kiss the sea that ever glistening sighs, And … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #3
April Mornings With warm weather comes the promise That the steel of my heart, tempered With short, cold winter afternoons Will soften a little in the sun – Just enough … Continue reading Poetic Interlude #2
I spent about an hour on Saturday night waiting for the Supermoon. It was mostly cloudy, so I could only catch some brief glances when the sky peeked through. I … Continue reading A Poetic Interlude