The Dancers

The wooden floor was worn from years of dancers shoes gliding, sliding, and stomping their way across it. Tables and chairs ringed the floor but were not yet full because it was early evening. The DJ was already cranked up. A woman heard a tune she loved to dance to, and moved…

POV is a buggaboo

After finishing what I thought was a standalone novel called The Dance Floor Wars: Dispatches From the Front, I was pleased it was done and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Within a week, though, one of my main characters, Lucinda, told me the story was just beginning and how…

John le Carré

In reading the blessed-by-Cornwell-himself Carré biography by Adam Sisman, I have had the distinct painful pleasure of walking a mile in David's shoes. I hesitated to say this, but decided to anyway: I was surprised to find those shoes are my own. In reading Cornwell's story, I've had much about myself validated.…

Another long damn day.

This is one of those days. The kind where you've been productive. Meeting challenge after challenge. Working hard and working smart. Smiling and thinking positive thoughts. Staying up and staying on. Then one phone call blows a hole in all your positiveness with what you feel is a massive betrayal…

Words for Blood

I've always been the outlier. That one that throws off a surveyors assumptions. The one marketers don't know how to reach and cannot figure out why. It's DNA deep with me. I don't do it on purpose. Here's one story to illustrate that. In 9th grade we students were required to fill…