Snapped some pictures for you on my way through Iowa City

For those of you who don’t know, Iowa City is one of the fabulous International Cities of the Book. So a very writer-friendly, literature-focused atmosphere. It might be one of my favorite places. This time, I barely brushed the outskirts, but that’s enough to get you… More rest area art. Someday, I would like a

And Now, I Just Keep Going…

Welcome to the week from hell. Something came up suddenly, and I had to leave work and run… but not before multiple relatives I haven’t heard from in eons showed up to ask how I’m doing. And what’s going on. And what our plans are. And how hurt they are that they aren’t popular enough to

Y is for Yes!

Yes! As in, I don’t have to scour the dictionary for words that begin with Y. Yes is a perfectly good word, and one I’m really over using, right now. Probably a lot too much yes in my life–especially at work–and not nearly enough “Up your–” uhm… politely worded “NO.” And I’m feeling the weight

X is for Xenophobia

Is it too late to pick an alphabet without an X? Yes? Damn. So, the story I’m working on–the one I’m sharing, piece by piece, on this blog–is about a universe that is rebuilding after a long and expensive war. The primary setting for the story is the planet that won the war.  It’s a planet that is

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