Blog: Fair Winds
Fish Follies
I have two goldfishes named Willy and Comet. They can't be cuddled or petted. And if I talk to them, they'll likely show me their tails. Yet I still love those slimy buggers. They live for feeding time. In between, they search every rock and surface for anything...
My Own Race
That Looks Good Because my children swam, I got involved in officiating swim meets. Now, I continue doing it for jollies. As I observe young swimmers, I have always been bothered by the breaststroke rubber neck. The breaststroke is a very regulated cyclical stroke,...
Four years and Four Books Later
I started on this writing journey four years ago at the start of the pandemic. (In case you've missed it, the two previous posts detail how it all began.) Now, four years later, I have completed my series and am starting a new undertaking -- indie publishing! It is...
Crossing the Bridge
January 25, 2023 Initial Foray I wrote the text of the previous post in July 2020, shortly after I lost my job. Six months later, I have spent countless hours researching, joined a writers’ forum, and completed over 80,000 words of my book. I could not have seen...
Two Pictures: Tokens of a Journey
January 21, 2021 Pictures on the Wall In my house hangs two pictures. One is a print of "The Bassin at Argenteuil" by Claude Monet, and the other is an unframed, untitled painting by a local painter. The latter is of a stone bridge over a small river. The bridge is...
