As I write these words there’s a tennis ball lodged between my shoulders and the back of my office chair. I put it there in an effort to improve my posture. If I lean forward or sit in an incorrect manner, the ball will fall down. The aim of this exercise is to help fix … Continue reading MUSINGS OF A PEACEABLE WARRIOR: FIX IT!
I believe in earning your rewards regardless if the task is writing, personal fitness or the day to day grind. In that regard, I subscribe to the actor Dwayne Johnson’s philosophy. Johnson has a punishing work-out routine comprising six days a week of weight-training over 150 days of clean living. On day 151, he binges … Continue reading THE BENEFITS OF OCCASIONAL SELF-INDULGENCE
Ellen Fisher is a fickle character - at least from this author’s point of view. She comes and goes when she pleases and seldom gives me any insight into where and what she has planned. Most days I am content to let her alone. It’s not like I don’t have other projects on the go. … Continue reading THE GIRL FROM THE PAPER-MILL CHAPTER SEVEN
Well I did it! City of Steel has been a labour of love for nearly a decade and I’m happy to say that it has been polished to an acceptable enough level to warrant submitting to an agent. I’m under no illusions that more work will be needed, but for now at least I can … Continue reading CITY OF STEEL: A THIRD EXCERPT
“I could’ve killed a lot of people today” Mike said. “Not that it would’ve changed much in the greater scheme of things. But I sure as hell would’ve felt better.” They were sitting at the end of the wooden dock and watching the evening sunlight dapple the lake’s surface with glints of silver and gold. … Continue reading THE POINT
The voice said “flee from the iniquities” yet few will heed For we become petty gods inside the structure. False prophets too, with wringing hands belying lack of vision Lying too, enabling denial. Ours is to serve, not think nor stray from the mantras of false prophecy And of words debased Pakal knew this though … Continue reading WALK AMONGST THE GODS?
Falling forward was the remedy Inert and numb, I float on cool sheets and gentle breezes The stirring of my heart shifting as the burden falls away For what is the point of fear in this anesthetic state of surrender?