Compulsion

I tried for years to resist, only to end up miserable in every single job I chose to do. I only found true happiness when I finally listened to the call and began to write. We are each called to a specific purpose, some to medicine, some to business, others to construct roads, bridges, buildings…

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I have been diagnosed!

I know what condition I have and I'm afraid, it's terminal. Yep. There is no cure and there is barely a treatment for it. But, the good news is, it has a name. Terminological Inexactitude Syndrome, or T.I.S. for short. How did you come by this diagnosis, you may ask. Good question, by the way.…

Secrets…

Secret: kept from knowledge or view, hidden, conducted in private, a practice marked by discretion. Secrets destroy, silently eroding the confidence, value and trust of individuals, families, societies. Words whispered in private to cover over deeds too horrible to be allowed in public are the little foxes feasting on the fruits of the vine. Especially…

Writing…

Someone once told me writers are lonely, solitary creatures standing on the periphery of society,  forbidden to participate and forced to observe for the sole purpose of recording. I don't think there is a better explanation of what we do, other than the one about caffeine. Writer: a peculiar organism of capable of transforming caffeine…

Contemplation

So, I am contemplating continuing the Reddick saga with a book going into more detail about Charlotte's story. A dear friend suggested that Charlotte still had much more to say and quite frankly, I believe she does. Greyson, as well. Oh and perhaps a story after their's about Delia and Cody, a little further down…

Double Check Everything!

Measure once, cut twice. This applies to MORE than just carpentry. After weeks of ignoring the tell-tale signs of a virus/malware on my laptop, I realized it was time to “redo” it and I begrudgingly told my dear, tech-savvy hubby. “You’re gonna need to back up all your “Schtuff” “I know.” “Use my portable hard-drive.…