yar! (yet another rejection)
The Masters Review just informed me that my submitted flashfic piece did not make the cut. Alas. Anyway, I’ve posted it here for your reading pursuits. It’s a fast read, just under 800 words,...
The Masters Review just informed me that my submitted flashfic piece did not make the cut. Alas. Anyway, I’ve posted it here for your reading pursuits. It’s a fast read, just under 800 words,...
Liza and the kids are in Ukraine for a few weeks; for various reasons, I didn’t go. But that’s not important right now. The cats have begun an armed insurrection. They refused all forms...
Practically every day, I pop my head into the kids’ rooms: “Going to the store. Need anything? Want to come with?” Sometimes it’s yes to both, sometimes barely a grunt of disinterest. But every...
Hanging out with my father today. He requested a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich for lunch. But first, he said, butter the bread. A lot. And then put on some bacon. Crisp. I laughed,...
Over the last several years I’ve become far too familiar with both the Dunning-Kruger Effect, the tendency of the not-so-capable to feel more capable than they should, and the Imposter Syndrome, the tendency of...
Katya and I went driving today. She’s getting better, but not ready for prime time. First adrenaline rush was when we came to a dead end (a true cul-de-sac, no bulbous turnaround space at...
Dima likes Axe brand deodorant. I don’t know what the scent is named, but it’s a translucent electric blue stick, and it mostly reminds me of a heavy smoker’s car that’s been draped with...
Every so often, maybe three or four weeks, the mood changes. The earth buckles and shifts, lifts itself up and settles back down into a new space. The wind swirls, reminds itself to be...
I went to the Half Price Books in Indy today. It was forty-five minutes of fresh air after a long, hard week of disappointment and worry in the Day Job. It’s been some years...
I can’t overstate the importance of beta readers. I’ve been working on Bunny of Destiny with the idea that it was pretty close to done. But then. A friend from the #redditwriters group offered...
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I’m a jaded software developer, married to a crazed Russian woman from Estonia, father to two scheming adopted kids from Ukraine, living in the middle of Indiana. So I write stories about that.