Category Archives: Writing

On a Strange Story Idea

I would like to thank everyone for their sympathies and well-wishes on yesterday’s events. Yesterday was rough, and I appreciate all your thoughts. Thank you. So, last night, a little bedtime reading. I picked up Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian, read another twenty-odd pages and put it down. Quite frankly, I’m finding myself both bored andContinue reading “On a Strange Story Idea”

On Microsoft Word

I have a pet-hate for Microsoft Word. I disagree with its grammer checking mode. Take this sentence–“Lights dim.” It’s a perfectly good sentence. Microsoft Word considers this a sentence fragment. Excuse me? What more does it need? I have a subject–“Lights”–that acts on its own–they “dim.” I could have written “Lights go dark” but IContinue reading “On Microsoft Word”

On my authorial tendencies

As seen on several blogs in the past day, most recently Bill Leisner’s, which science fiction author am I? I am: Philip K. Dick The brilliant yet trashy master of the reality warp always left you unsure of what was real, but never forgot compassion. Which science fiction writer are you? That didn’t surprise me,Continue reading “On my authorial tendencies”