• How it All Began

    “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness…” Mark Twain Ever pondered your passions? For me, this can be one of those big, philosophical life questions that keeps me up at night. We hear the question “what’s your passion?” all the time, like a broken record. Of course, some folks love to debate this topic. They just can’t see a path to happiness, I say. So, here’s my tale: Some time ago, I hung up my hat as a Project Manager in the renewable energy sector. Imagine an engineer who, instead of playing with gadgets and gizmos, orchestrated power plant retrofitting projects. The job required an unnerving amount of writing;…

  • Gemma’s Big Fail: An American Landscape Short Story

    Stepping back into a cone of light and misty fog Gemma set a crowbar in the bed of her pickup. A metallic thunk echoed across the dimly lit parking lot. She glanced once more into the shadows toward her husband’s prized ‘65 Mustang, the windows now in twinkling pieces scattered around the car.  She slipped into her truck, buckled up, and started the engine. Foot on brake, she waited.  After a few moments, Darren and two of his buddies, Rod and Larry, weaved their way out of the bar’s front door. They were yucking it up as usual, slapping shoulders and laughing hysterically at one of their lame jokes, Gemma…

  • Camino Child Progress Report

    Would you like an update on the progress of my current project, Camino Child? Wonderful!  The stories premise: Mystery pulls teenager Summer Darling to Spain to trek an ancient pilgrimage; then tragedy strikes, leaving the American alone to seek her family’s buried past. Let’s get to the update in a moment. I’d like to make some introductions first. In this new novel and its related novellas, there are three main characters, all females. There’s Summer, the eventual Camino Child. There is Grandma Pat, which we see a lot of in Summer’s characteristics. And there is Great Aunt Georgia.  Georgia is like that aunt they loved and aspired to be when the ladies among us…

  • A Scene Out West

    Bill Irish surveyed his kingdom. He stood on the deck at the front of his modular home, leaning against the banister. Long ends of light hairs beneath the edges of a wool cap flitted about on a thin breeze.  Bill lifted his broad nostrils toward the sky and drew in a long, appreciating breath of salty air.  White smoke emanating from a black grill swirled skyward. A squat glass sat on a picnic table, an ice cube slowly melting as it floated in a golden-brown liquid.  Bill’s home looked as old and worn as everything else in view. Boats in the harbor and the few other houses near to Bill’s…

  • Our Town’s Evil Clown

    John: The man in the leisure suit came to town in 1938. Some folks laughed others sneered. Mother said never to judge. I saw the evil inside that suit. Every town needs a jester, they said. I could never agree. A town good enough did not need such a contrivance. All the same, they let him stay. None of the town’s people, not one of my friends or family ever believed the things I knew that beast capable of. Least of all my sister. Lynn: “You did not hear what you think you heard, last night. It is impossible, Johnny, simply impossible. I will grant you, though, we should never…

  • Have You had Spiritual Experiences?

    Interested in a FREE Camino Child Novella? See link below. Church of Saint Mary of Eunate This is the second installment of my story behind the story series that I’m sharing as I write my new novel Camino Child. Blog entry from my Via de la Plata trek, Oct./Nov. 2016: Eric and I had left together, and we joined Lara to seek out a bar/café [. . .] She and I ordered café con leches, and we started talking. She had walked the Camino Francés (CF) six years earlier, and we discussed our favorite parts of the Way [. . .] she told us about a spiritual place she had heard about on…

  • THINGS CHANGE

    Several years ago, I started a blog called Grandpa’s Gone Again? As the scribe for my varied adventures, I realized I actually enjoyed the writing process. During my work life, I wrote snooze-worthy budget narratives, project proposals, and bid requests (boring even now). Later, I thought to try writing fiction. You mean I can make stuff up, wow. So, I wrote a murder mystery short story for my mother, a true murder mystery fanatic. Since then, I have written two novels. I’m an experiential learner, so I figured what better way to learn than to write. Neither of those novels is much to read, but they taught me a lot about the process.…