Today is my book’s birthday. The day The Half Killed is thrust out into the world, naked and squalling and… No, no. Scratch that. Not that kind of birthday. But it is new, and this is the day when it takes on a new life, so to speak. A life as something that no longer…
So I’ve been extraordinarily busy lately. My daughters had their gymnastics show last weekend, and my dance school had their performances this weekend. My father is in the hospital, so I’ve been back and forth visiting him, and there is the usual craziness of having three kids and finishing up this year of schoolwork and…
I’m sick today. So that’s happening. But I’m pushing my way through the day, step by step. But I really just poked my head in here to give a shout out to my author friend A.J. Navarre, who is offering a short story entitled “Skin” for FREE (I like that word) on Amazon for the…
Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. We’re now taken on a tour of the Spouter-Inn, boasting dark, “besmoked” paintings of whales attempting to impale themselves, along with all manner of saws and harpoons and other menacing…
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpetbag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. First off, I confess that I have always wanted to own a carpetbag. That is all. Ishmael has now set off on his journey, and sets a course for New Bedford (In…
I’ve heard a good deal of not-too-flattering things about Moby-Dick. Even as a lover of classic works of fiction, it seemed like Herman Melville’s most famous novel (Quick! Name another one of his published works in the next three seconds! No cheating!) was one of the most polarizing I had ever come across. It’s a…
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