Old friends already know this, but there are always newcomers to my blog and website who might not be aware that I have two different ebooks that are great for Father's Day. The first is my award-winning, short, humorous tale, aptly named "Father's Day," about the day I remember most when I think about my dad. And, for those who want more tales of fathers and fathers-in-law, I have a Deluxe 3-Pack Edition that includes not only that story, but two more tales ("Work Mode" and
Summer is not only convention season--I am a regular panelist on writing topics at both Origins and GenCon--but it is also the season for outdoor cafe' readings and open microphone nights at local coffee shops and art galleries, which means that I have more readings scheduled than other times of the year. That's fine. I like reading and some people tell me that I do a good job of them. (Of course, most of those people are my friends, so their judgment is already suspect.)
Did you ever notice that some buskers (street performers) bring a box or milk crate to stand on while they perform? They do that so that more people can see them. Some people may choose to pass by without watching. Heck, some people may turn away after the performance has started because they don't think the performance is worth their time. But if passersby never see the performer, there's almost no chance that they'll stop and watch and maybe drop a few coins or a bill in th
Two quick knife thrusts skewering my gut, then the man in black leather twisted the knife and ran, but not before grabbing the McGuffin.
As I lie here on the floor, blood soaking into the medium pile carpet, my vision dimming as life flows out of me in crimson pulses, I wonder if it was all worth it. The betrayal, the confrontation, the plotting, and all the burials -- Jeez, it's a lot more work to bury a body than you think. And for what? Life was so simple, so happy, so v
I got my start as a writer by writing for shared worlds—and I don’t mean writing fan fiction (for my opinions on copyright theft, see my short story “Hell to Pay”). No, I started as a role-playing gamer. You know, Advanced Dungeons & Dragons, Top Secret, Boot Hill, Chill, Timemaster, Paranoia, James Bond, Cthulhu, etc.), playing in the many convention tournaments put on by The Role-Playing Game Association Network (RPGA).
In my career, I played more than 600 different chara
I don't drive long-distance much anymore. Days are too precious and fuel too expensive to drive to Florida or Colorado, when I can just fly there. But every so often, I'll head off to a convention or a funeral five or six hours away and experience the limited joys of the open interstate.
The last couple of times I've driven for that length of time, I developed a theory and I want to test it on you, gentle readers. This theory involves two inventions that affect cars and tru