Throwback to August 16, 2007. This was a character perspective piece attached to the character from my first novel. He’s supposed to be a ghost who died and is trying to make sense of his life. Even though it says “he’s a ghost looking back over 47 years” in the opening of the book, no one seemed to pick up on that. Either I suck as a writer or no one looks at writing as literature anymore. Oh well. This didn’t make it into that book, but I thought it might make it into the followup, which is now dead. So here it is in a blog post, a short little character perspective piece…. Continue Reading
The Gift. It was a pair of Zuni sun-face earrings. To me they symbolized light and sunshine, a welcome to the Southwest, recognition of an amazing life journey, and friendship. But they weren’t received that way. Instead, they were somehow seen as an attempt to undermine personal safety and pick someone apart. Out of that came an idea for a whole book, or perhaps it might be more accurate to say that I came up with the idea for a new book and then this happened.
Now that the fury in Baltimore has seemed to quiet down, I thought I would share some of my own perspectives on what is going on. We bring our narcissism to these kinds of things. They often serve as a inkblot test to what has happened in our own lives, and I am no better. But I grew up in Maryland, and I had some dealings with corrupt people in positions of power there, so maybe my perspective cuts a little deeper. Continue Reading