Send Your Name to Mars

I thought it was a cool thing to be a part of. Time’s apparently running out so if you want to participate, you have to do it before the end of the day on 9/8/2015.
Here’s the link to sign up:

At least something of me is going into Space.

At least something of me is going into Space.


The View From The Trenches

I’m not a professional blogger. My page is fairly plain and there is rarely a script to what I write my articles on. It’s just you, me, and whatever topic trips my trigger at a given moment.

I like to think of these articles as you and I sitting down over coffee or whatever beverage you prefer, to shoot the breeze about anything and everything. The topics could be Writing, Current Events, annoying things some schmuck did at the deli counter, anything at all.

I’m a traditional writer using some very untraditional methods to get my name and work out there. However, that doesn’t mean that I can’t be personable with you all and I love making new friends.

Granted, this blog is intended to keep you all informed on what I’m up to, what stories I’m working on, and of course, the everyday announcements of what’s coming out next on Amazon.

What I won’t do is give you bad advice, try to convince you to see things a particular way, or even to buy my books. Let’s face it, I’m biased as Hell about my work and that’s not conducive to a balanced opinion on them. I’m sure that some marketing guru will contact me to tell me that I’m not doing this right but who cares?

So, let’s all have some fun and let our Opinion Banners fly. Feel free to move the furniture around to your liking. 😉


A long holiday weekend (Labor Day!) and as promised somewhere, I am back with another article.

Today, we’re going to discuss a situation that happened to me on Labor Day, where no matter what I did to get motivated to write, I simply could not do it. None of my usual exercises, rituals, tips or tricks could budge that gray wall of obnoxious nothingness that pervaded my soul and vomited on my word processor.

Actually, it was a lot less dramatic than that. It was just….meh. I don’t mean the usual “meh” where you just shrug your shoulders and wait for it to pass. I’m talking about that militant kind, the kind that actively makes you stop in your tracks and go “WTF am I doing?”

I don’t have an actual name for this situation, except to nickname it being “Stonewalled”. I’ll refer to it thusly because in essence, you are literally having an impenetrable stone wall dropping down between you and your creativity, keeping you from progressing and the more you try to fight it the worse it becomes.

The good news is that this tends to differ from Writer’s Block because at least with Writer’s Block, once you start dropping words you can work your way past the block and get into the writing flow.

I would love to tell you how to beat being stonewalled because it’s an insidious condition to go through if your main love is writing. Alas, I cannot, but another piece of good news is that it doesn’t last very long. You literally have to walk away from what you are doing until the conditions that created the stonewalling subside and that may take as long as your coping mechanisms will allow.