Musings

As a writer, my memories and emotions influence my fiction. What's more, I liken being a fiction writer to being a method actor.

Skyward: Memories of childhood become faded things. Sometimes the details escape us. So, we fill them in with our imagination.

Memories, like ghosts, can haunt us.

I have boxes of keepsakes and in these boxes are talismans evoking the memories and stories related to a particular place and time.

Since that first living room concert one Sunday during the Pandemic, music has been the way to my heart.

On that particular day, I was on the city bus on the way home from school playing the “what if” game... This is the day I met Paolo.

Lonely Barquinho ~ A story about a lonely little boat.

Silence is a muteness, an absence of sound, a stillness, something or someone fading to oblivion—and secrecy.

The Nature of Doors. Perhaps some doors never fully close even when new ones open.

When I was kid, I collected unicorns—trinkets, books, and pictures. In fact, like most children, I was enthralled by anything magical.

In July 1977, my brothers treated me to a movie and those events cemented my love for Space Opera.

Music and books go together like two sides of the same coin. I could not have one without the other. Each book I write has a soundtrack.