Some thoughts on being alone

I had thought perhaps I might not be able to write again. My past has held much turmoil and tension in the act of doing no more than living…muddling along each day, as in truth, we all must do.


Then, today, as I sat in my little hovel listening to a burgeoning gunfight outside between some drunks and some others who had done them some horrible wrong, it began. An itch in the back of my mind that I knew would never leave on its own. It started as a very mild thing and soon grew into the evil, cold, monster I knew and loved.

I know well, the only way to defeat the monster is to give in to its demands. To clear my mind of everything except perhaps the music that serves to isolate me further from the nuances and ghosts of the world, allowing the words to escape. An act of exhausting all that I have on a blank, unforgiving, damnable page.

And then the magic happens.

At first it slowly touches my mind. Then it touches what it must if there is to be any release. My feelings. I start to believe I can, by God, FACE that glaring, blazing white, barren page. Bringing nothing more than my puny self to do battle with it. Oh the trepidation and the sense that it is too great a thing, that I can never measure up to such a thing, that I am doomed to fail, is still there. And then, even as I joust at the windmill with my broom, my fingers touch the keys, stumbling like a blind man in an unknown forest. I touch another key, and another, and then it’s as if I don’t feel the hurt when I fall any more. God. Damn the pain.

I am given over to the words.

Maybe, even, if the hurts of my heart should end me, if I am no more, will the words be enough? I think they may very well be. I hope for truth, even as it seems as elusive as the fair maiden in the mist. You know the one. That fair, black haired beauty with gray eyes. The maiden that steals your heart, your peace, your rest. Your soul — if you take no care. Take care my friend, lest she strike your heart.

Will the words be enough? It’s all we can ask as we stumble across this mortal coil.
Muddling along.

Just Released

Just released this short on Amazon as a prelude to my first main novel, Paladin’s way ~ So512bbp09b1xl-_sx312_bo1204203200_ulstone.  I’m excited as a kid at Christmas.   The short (About 20 pages) is at  Hope you’ll check it out.  I also hope to do a cover reveal soon for Soulstone.  It’ll be awesome IMHO.

My family has been great as I flop and twitch and mumble getting ready to do the debut.  I’d go crazy without them.  I’m grateful to them.

More good stuff coming soon.  Stay tuned.  See you again soon.  🙂


Well, it’s been a while since I last posted here.  Sorry it’s taken so long but that’s how it usually works with blogs.  You start out all gung-ho and you find yourself losing momentum like a dying worm on a hot sidewalk.

Gung Ho Joe

I have been working in spite of my innate sorry-ness.  The fourth book is at the 50 K mark.  Whew.  Thought I’d never get there. 😊

I’ve made it a priority to stay on top of the query letters.  The other three novels are in various stages of editing or out on query.

Good news if you are looking for a great read.  My good friend and a brilliant storyteller and novelist, H.L. Stephens, is about to bring out her next work.  You can check out her latest at this site.  Her new site is here.  Be sure to mark and check back on her new site as it’s still under construction.   If you’re looking for great presents, She’s on Amazon here and Barnes and Noble here.  Stay alert.  She’s a rising star.

That brings me to another thought.  I’ve been doing research on the Indy publishing scene for fiction since I’m a capitalist and the idea of money is near and dear to my heart😂.  It seems that for a new fiction writer there is evidence that Indy is the way to go.  For non-fiction, perhaps, not so much.  This needs a little more study and thought.  It’s a winding road at best.  And there are monsters.  I’m just saying.  The link to the Forbes article is here.

Stephen King said  “When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “One word at a time,” and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That’s all. One stone at a time. But I’ve read you can see that m*****f*****r from space without a telescope.”  Goodreads


Yup.  You nailed it Mr. King.







Making Trouble

I have to say one thing about scene creation I’ve seen over and over as I search for lessons on craft.  If you want to write a novel you have to make trouble for your main character.

You know, put him up a tree and throw rocks at him.  Two dogs and one bone.  You get the general picture.

It’s what novelists DO.


I found a Jewel by a master that explains the concept in a way that lets you get your head around it.  I just can’t say enough to recommend this to anyone wishing to understand an essential aspect of story-craft.

One more time.  I say again.  Essential Aspect.

But you know what?  With a little practice it can become a part of what you do naturally.


Conflict and Suspense by James Scott Bell

Seriously, check it out.  Keep on writing.





So.  Here we go.  This is to be an unworthy attempt at explaining something.  Maybe writing to try to produce a novel.

struggleMaybe even better would be a wholesale attempt to peddle my stuff.  To shamelessly pander my little words.  For those who might wonder about the writing of a novel, There is hope.  For those thinking about a successful novel, maybe not so much.

Still best of luck to us all.