27-Sep-2012
Marketing.
This is not one of my stronger skills. Not that I wouldn’t be glad to spend all afternoon telling you how incredibly great I am, but I usually don’t ask you for money to listen to me talk. But that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do for the last couple of...
27-Aug-2012
One dozen.
They were but twelve. Today just eight remain, and the youngest of them is 77 years old. But there was only ever one who was first, and now he’s gone.
Neil Armstrong (the baby-faced fellow on the left) was 82 years old, and he lived a life filled with such ad...
4-Jul-2012
Unhinged.
When I awoke this morning, the universe presented itself to me in broken fragments; ragged, dangerous shards of reality poking at my senses. Time and space unconnected, their various dimensionalities unrelated to one another: This random axis extended infinite...
4-Jul-2012
Freedom.
Happy Independence Day!
Shawndra was off work today, so she and I went for a walk at the zoo this morning, as we often do. It’s just a mile or so from here, and it’s free admission. We send them money most every year, because we do go as often as we do. It’s a t...
24-Jun-2012
Procrastinating.
Okay. So I've devoted most of the last three weeks to getting the website up, Facebook updated and my author page on Goodreads put together; basically building infrastructure to support the marketing and sales of 13 Miles from Gilman, Illinois (An...
I'm a writer and a poet and an artist and a fool and, at least for now, a no-longer-itinerant engineer.
It could be said that I grew up (if you use a sufficiently elastic definition of the term) in Indiana, New Jersey, Ohio and Colorado. Following a series of mis-adventures, I found myself living in the rainforest outside Hilo, Hawaii, with my wife, the amazing Shawndra Holmberg; her sister, the equally brilliant writer Anne Avery; three dogs; two cats; and several imaginary friends, most apparently named Bob.
All of the mammals have recently joined me in western Pennsylvania, where everyone wears a beard, rides a Harley and eats french fries on their salads.
The Bobs and all the rest were already here waiting for me.
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