Grief doesn't adhere to timelines.
It happens when it happens.
It's okay to cry.
It really is.

My dear dad died fourteen months ago.
A large chunk of me died then too.
We were so much alike, he and I.
Walk, talk, how we laughed...
It hurts every single day.
:( I don't have children.
Didn't sew any crops.
I'm now dead inside.
I so miss you dad.
I'll see you soon.
💟, your son.
Forever.

Your book review, even if short and simple, is worth its weight in gold to an Indie writer.

Apropos of nothing, I have a wee garden gnome that has bigger hands than Donald Trump.

If Gollum was a cop and arrested someone, can we all agree he would say to the perp, "Don't reach into your pocketses!"?

Today is World Press Freedom Day.

The world should not forget Jamal Khashoggi, nor the 97+ journalists and media workers that have been killed in Gaza.

You like books that don't challenge your intellect and keep you up at night, yet give you a warm fuzzy because the main characters always end up together. Well then, this book isn't for you:
https://www.amazon.com/Way-Hatchet-Book-Hatchets-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B0CRK87TP1/ref=sr_1_1

Each mosquito or blackfly that you obliterate in May is worth 50x the points any extinguished later in the year.

I just finished building a 10 x 10 deck and with nearly every measurement, drive of a post, swing of the hammer, etc., I thought of my dad. He was a great carpenter, but an even better man. I sure do miss him.

The fact that Jason Momoa is represented on Hollywood's Walk of Fame and Ariel isn't, is rather disturbing.

I don't know who out there is feeling down about themselves, but take some solace in the fact that at least you're not a serial gag-order breaker.

I bet on myself.
It hasn't worked out.
But I do still believe in me.

There's a spear of reed and the upper portion of its stem is bent sharply down. Still, its broken limb appears vibrant, arcing - pendulum like - as if a foreleg of a praying mantis sampling the terrain ahead.
The reed isn't giving up.
We're all reeds looking for our next step.

My girlfriend broke up with me.
:(
I was so shocked that her mea culpa might as well have been in Latin.

Perhaps I'm wrong, but it feels like it takes more energy to hate than it does to love.

Is it just me, or do you find it ironic that an adulterous dick is being brought down by a pecker?

Yay, I sold 10 copies of my 5 books today!

Honestly, I'm just ten shy of that, but I'm optimistic the evening is the charm.

Yay, I sold 10 copies of my 5 📚today!

Honestly, I'm just ten shy of that, but I'm optimistic the evening is the charm.

Care to take a chance on me?