Monthly Archives: November 2015

Cool as a…

Seen these? Being the maliciously sadistic and evil person that I am, had to try it with Gracie. The result? Too cool for school.

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Pitchforks and torches

I’m just a bit shy of 70,000 words for The Ship Finding God, and I’m expecting this: or this: which, yes, I know, no one expects. That’s because I am addressing creation and existence in a manner that, well, doesn’t … Continue reading

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The Adventures of Gracie the Wander Cat: Indignities

So, there I was, minding my own business: when snatch, grab, and shoved inside the trunk of a car: I’ve got a real bad feeling about this. Got thrown in some outside waiting line. With these guys: I am not … Continue reading

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High. Ate. Us.

Not really. More like Dis. Tracted. From The Ship Finding God. My editor at Rebel E Publishers, affectionately known as Jayne the Impaler, is in the midst of whipping Tu’an into shape. We had quite the lively discussion about the Britanization of … Continue reading

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Hallo-wasn’t

I didn’t do a pumpkin this year because none grew in my garden. The few plants that survived the Night of the Woodchucks didn’t bloom. Well, they bloomed, but produced no fruit. Suspect a dearth of honeybees caused that. And … Continue reading

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