Short Story – Jessie’s Jelly Joint

I am the Mozart of the literary world. Not a writer, more of a conduit for letters that pour through my brain, down my arm, through my fingers, flowing into my fountain pen and on to the page. My day starts at four a.m. in an all-night coffee shop three blocks from my...

Short Story – A Kwiki

A Kwiki Mom named me “A.” Her last name was Kwikowski, good Polish stock. The Kwikowskis that settled in Milwaukee did well for themselves. Steel mills and breweries. The Kwikowskis that left the city, did not. Mom was from the side that migrated to New Town which, in...

Christmas Book Flood

On Christmas Eve in Iceland, people give books as presents and then everyone spends the whole night reading and drinking hot chocolate. The tradition has created Jolabokaflod which translates to “Christmas (or Yule) Book Flood” because of the large number...

Writing with a Purpose

I’d been revising the fourth draft of The Devil Particle based upon Editor Tim Storm‘s comments when I came to a scene I knew needed work. Of course, Tim didn’t hesitate to point that out and offered great feedback. Without giving too much away, the...

A Typical Day of This Writer

People often ask me what my typical day as a writer is like so here goes: Wednesday, November 7th was a typical day in how atypical it was. I got up around 6:15 a.m. (which is early for me, but I was still on daylight spendings time). Sitting at my upstairs desk (the...