My Hale Bopp

A surreal day here in Dr. Purple’s Atelier: just finished the rough draft first chapter of my new novel Blue *and* received notice that a book contract to reissue my first novel The Jenny Muck is on its way. For a writer this is extremely rare, much like seeing a comet that only comes …

Furrows

One of the best jobs I held in the seasons of my high school and university summers was working the furrows of a large potato farm on the western outskirts of town. I rode my ten speed to a quonset every morning dressed to work outdoors in the heat for …

Hobgoblin

Writers are haunted by hobgoblins. The page is not a place for ego, nor for illusions of grandeur; each page is the start of a new day and what was magical the day before more often than not is utter muck the next. The divine does not perch upon the …