I love book clubs. I especially love book clubs that choose my novels for reading and discussion! I really, really love book clubs when they invite me to their gathering to discuss my novels and my writing process!!
Category Archives: Musings
Shakespeare, the Plague, and Me: Turning Tragedy into Opportunity
“I can either choose to allow the drastic diminishment of social activity to drive me to sadness and stagnancy or I can view the unasked for hours of downtime as an opportunity for learning, self-improvement on a number of fronts, working on the next novel, and/or all of the above.”
The King of Wishful Thinking
“Go West’s song “King of Wishful Thinking” has been on my mind of late primarily due to what seems to be a sort of metaphorical pandemic of wishful thinking in the middle of a literal pandemic of Covid-19.”
Autumn
“I love autumn’s dissonant reality as a season brimming with the ripeness and vitality praised by Keats yet also one that, leaf by falling leaf, reminds me of my own impermanence and admonishes me to assume a sense of urgency for winter is coming.”
On Boredom
“I believe the greatest sin a writer/reader can commit is to be boring or bored. I believe this same standard holds true for a human being.”
This Used to be My Ballfield, This Used to be My Field of Dreams
“The dilapidated condition of the ballfields broke my heart, but it serves as the perfect metaphor for the state of community-based youth sports in America today.”
Playing the WWJD Card
“I’d like to believe that the pastor and or congregation, represented by the declaration on the sign, apply their aversion to social distancing in all situations, not just the ones that may fit a political view or a need to fill pews and collection baskets.”
The Sandusky Sixteen (or So)
“Braving potential confrontations with teenage bag boys and price gun-wielding shelf-stockers, they stormed past the yellow floor barricades warning “Wet Floors.”
Signs, Signs, Everywhere’s There Signs
“What was once a relatively meek show of support for one’s preferred candidate has morphed into what feels like a full-blown act of belligerent in-your-face aggression.”
High Hopes
“If the melting pot metaphor still has relevance, it may be in our public schools. I hope that the seeds of division currently being sown across the political spectrum will be left to wither in the field by the young people of America now.”
