Not for the faint at heart

Publishing stories is not for the faint at heart. The first time I prepared for publishing one of my works, my finger hovered over the button for about an hour.  I knew there would be no turning back once I clicked on the "Submit" button.  My life flashed before my…

What Writing Has Taught Me

Writing stories is a gift. I'm not saying I am more gifted than anyone else who writes.  I'm talking about the "gift" writing stories has been FOR ME. Even though I have been writing since I was a youngster, it wasn't until I shared my words with the world that…

Mr. Spock, you have the Con

What a weekend! Jekyll Comic Con in Jekyll Island, Georgia was a smash hit. Here's a brief, not really, recap of the awesome adventure. A few months ago, my author friend, and let's face it, my writing IDOL, Armand Rosamilia, invited me to join him at Jekyll Con as an…

Are You Scared? You Should Be.

Writing is fun. It feeds the spirit to create something from nothing. Then it scares the crap out of you. Having written on different levels for over three decades, the most difficult struggle for me is still releasing my words into the ether. But why? Isn't the point of writing…

Success Breeds Failure

I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy.  That's why I think success breeds failure.  Hold on.  Give me a chance. Intuitively, failure breeds success.  As you fail, you learn what doesn't work.  And then you try something else until you succeed.  Right, Thomas Edison? Some would even argue that success breeds…

Curse of Sagittarius

"You're in my spot." "I'm what?" "You're in my spot." "I don't understand." "That is my spot.  And you're in it." "There are plenty of spots here." "But that one is mine." "So what." "So you need to move.  Now." "Whatever.  Take your spot if it makes you happy." "Thank…

Truth Be Told

The pictures are like windows to the past. Highlighting the rosier moments. The viewer only depicts the emotions that the camera interprets. Each smile leaves a scar, a burn ...a mark of distinction. It taints the past and predestines the future. Only time can heal these wounds. Yet my clock…