I unpacked a lot today She said As we talked I talked Words Joy Anger Disappointment Betrayal Brother, why weren’t you there for me She died alone Then tears My mother’s death Still fresh An open wound But the tears speak Of more Yet to be confronted Childhood Yet to…

I fear that I shall never write again Not seriously Not a novel Ten years A thousand pages And my characters will languish In purgatory Their fates untold Their destinies unfulfilled And I Their creator Will fade Unknown Unremembered Leaving behind Only tears of disappointment On an unwritten page ©2021…

A few weeks ago. Tom: “I bought your novel. That Gustav Linder character looks really interesting.” Yesterday. Me: “So, Tom, did you finish reading my novel?” Tom: “No, I don’t really like science fiction.” Oh, well, a sale is a sale.  If you like science fiction, read Any Tomorrow Complete….